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Pop was quite a poet,
though his bio wouldn’t show it,
with the exception of this little poem
which I really do feel I owe him.
He was happiest working in the wood,
and did so when ere he could.
That was one of his necessary incomes,
for his five daughters and four sons.
It was then he would sing a song,
Always short and politically wrong.
The rhymes could make us boys smile,
If not but for just a little while.
In the woods he was a self educated master,
He loved it there; peace is what he was after,
Everywhere else, us boys were a bit wary,
His temper trigger was a little hairy.
Brought up roughly, a Canadian farmer’s son,
A machine gunner in the Second Big One,
I never heard those gruesome stories very often,
Only when he allowed his heart to soften.
PTSD and nightmares were his living hell,
complicated with Malaria fevers as well.
With depression a formidable resistance,
He farmed for his family’s existence.
In good moments he would sing poems of an alter life,
Where there was, obviously, no such strife,
Of “when he would go swimmin
With many bull legged wimmin”.
Those feeling good songs rang out loud and gay,
To keep his painful depression at bay.
“Yes ... we have no bannaners,
We have no bannaners today!”
Canadian French was his language norm,
So many of his songs took that form.
I’m sure Mom was his best and biggest fan,
She must have really loved that man.
He had a hard life and his song poems helped him through,
We were often at odds but he did what I could never do.
An unknown hard man with a well hidden poetic heart,
I don’t think he knew it, but Mom did from the start.
For each of his children’s names, he made a French rhyme,
Making the most of poetic license for each of his nine.
They probably weren’t politically correct…
But at least for that one moment,
we .. Each of us ... were his elect.
( Dedicated to the memory of
Rene Francis Dufresne 1917-1998 )
written by Bob Dufresne 6/5/11
Dad, I'm writing this letter today
Because I have so much to say.
A year ago - you left this world behind,
so many thoughts are running thru my mind.
You took God's hand - you no longer could stay,
To love, to laugh, to work or play.
You've known me since I was three or four,
And for a dad - I couldn't ask for more.
You adopted me when I was so small,
And watched me grow up thru it all.
So many times I stumbled along the way,
But you told me everything would be O.K.
You knew my hip didn't work quite right,
You said "Son - keep going, put up a good fight".
The doctors didn't know what to say,
Except that I'd never walk another day.
You told me to prove the doctors wrong,
You and mom backed me all along.
Sometimes I'd ride with you to town,
You always kept me walking - you never let me get down.
When you were busy - I'd still have a ball,
Cause me and mom would go to the mall.
Sometimes we'd stop for a bite to eat,
Then back to the mall and back on our feet.
Remember when - we'd all go for a cruise ?
It wouldn't be long, til I'd be taking a snooze.
- Created By Robert Allison 2006 -