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He's still the best although he has been gone almost a life time. He taught me well.

I Celebrate My Father By Franklin Price 6/16/2017 I celebrate my father he was the best of men He's the reason I'm who I am or who I've ever been Taught me by example, showed me the man that I should be Believed in God, earned his pay and loved his family Was not an educated man but great at handy work Carpentry, electrical and plumbing not a quirk Turned an orange grove office/barn into the home where I was raised Was a warm and dry two story house, I think back and am amazed I never felt I was in need, we were not far from poor. He was always there, for me, not one to keep the score Worked extra jobs to get us by, would never pass the hat, Never one for charity could not imagine that. Would help all kinds of people when he saw they were in need Would not take money from them unless they had agreed Took me with him, when he went, to show me how to be I'm proud he was my father, he's the reason I am me. Was there for graduation in nineteen sixty four He died before the month was out, wish he had lived for more He still lives within me, follow his values all I can It's not the riches, that you have, but how your treat your fellow man

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Date: 6/16/2017 9:45:00 AM
Damn, Franklin. This choked me up, stirring memories of my dad. Emotive write!
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Date: 6/16/2017 9:55:00 AM
Thanks Daniel, it sounds a if you had the same kind if dad; gone too soon. When I finished writing it, I read it out loud to my wife, and teared up. Not to be big headed, but sometimes I wonder who wrote these poems; it could not have been me. i'm grateful it touched you. That's what I hope for when I write.

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