"A MEMORY ETCHED IN TIME HE WAS A FARMER ,A FISHERMAN,A TINKERER OF SORTS, HE WORKED AS A MINER , DEEP UNDER THE GROUND , HE WAS GENTLE AND QUIET , NE’ER A HARSH WORD , MEN LIKE HIM , WERE HARD TO BE FOUND , I FELT VERY SAFE , WHEN BY HIS SIDE , THERE WERE NEVER ANY KISSES , OR I LOVE YOU’S , HE WASN’T ONE FOR SHOWING EMOTIONS , BUT SOMEHOW , ........ YOU JUST KNEW . HE SHOWED HIS CARING , IN SO MANY WAYS , LIKE MAKING THINGS WITH HIS HANDS , TOYS , FURNITURE , THINGS THAT WERE NEEDED , WITH LITTLE EDUCATION , HE DREW UP THE PLANS . A SPECIAL MEMORY COMES TO MIND , WHILE WORKING WITH HIM ONE DAY , CHOPPING DOWN TREES FOR FIREWOOD , FOR THE LONG WINTERS , COMING OUR WAY . AS WE SAT ON AN OLD TREE STUMP , TH PICKED THE TREES TO BE CUT , HE HANDED ME , SOME COLD BLACK TEA , SERVED IN AN OLD TIN CUP , HE SAID ""SON , WE HAVE LOTS OF WORK TO DO"" , AS HE ROLLED HIS OWN CIGARETTE , WITHOUT LOOKING MY WAY , HE HANDED ME ONE , IT WAS A FEELING I’D NEVER FORGET . THAT DAY , HE MADE ME FEEL LIKE A MAN , JUST QUIETLY SITTING TOGETHER , THIS MEMORY OF , MY FATHER AND ME , WILL LIVE IN MY HEART , FOREVER . www.margaretspersonalizedpoetry.com "   Submitted By: NULL