Long Fatherdance Poems

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