Warm Memories

So many warm thoughts surround the memory of my Father Affectionately referred to as, “Papa” by his children For most men, back then, life was and still, is not always easy.. He lived in a world where he shouldered an insurmountable weight Not of his own making nor by choice; and that burdened his spirit to the core Freedom was limited for young colored men those days Through sheer determination he became well-educated during that time Grandpa had traveled much, therefore knew the worth of an education He married his sweetheart and took her away to find freedom They knew that they would struggle yet, preferred inner peace and respect He was an honest man; always considerate but couldn't handle disrespect Always rooting for the underdog, he fell into trouble at times Still, he was my “Papa” and in my eyes, could do no wrong! I recall that, when he said “No”, he meant it, unless Mama intervened Like sunshine, he filled our humble home with music, laughter and books We were by no means wealthy, yet strangers thought we were He was a proud man and he and Mama always worked twice as hard He taught me to dance as I stood bare feet atop his shoes And no matter how tired he was he would dance for as long as I wished His loyalty was prime to family and friends; his word was his honor He made time to help with home work and lend a hand around our home On Sundays we would all take walks after lunch along the beach And he would point out across the Atlantic the direction from which they came He introduced me to the National Geographic and Life Magazines too So many warm memories live within my heart, of Papa And I know beyond all doubt that he was made special for me! Note: For Sami's "Warm Hearts" Contest