Loyal to the Big Star State,
my daddy was raised to respect
his elders and the church.
He helped to tend his mother's garden
and earned his own spending money,
which wasn't much because he shared it.
Worn and dusty clothes, bare-soled shoes
walking up and down the town's paths
where he picked up laundry for his mom...
She took in ironing to earn dollars
for making ends meet, while his dad
worked for the railroad, servicing trains.
They lived in an old railroad car,
dad and his five brothers, mom and dad.
Died at age 64, asked to have the Texas flag
in his last resting place, which made me glad.
Author notes
Aye, my daddy was a proud Texan.
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a good poem penned, i have never been to texas but i have a ten gallon hat that sits on a two gallon head.
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This is truly lovely
Oh the memories of days gone by and the hard work our parents put in yet always shown love and respect to the children as the children learned as well
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