Pearls my Great-Great Grandmother loved to wear and pearls of wisdom she shared with her family. Stories about another time minus the way of life and all the items we enjoy today were not thought of back then. Times were hard for many, but family love overcame and their trust in God out-shined the negative times.
Bobbi Purvis Hunter
Thursday, February 21, 2013
A Rope Belt
the long dirt road zigzagging around the pines and Oak trees
He was a
young dad working in the saw mills---getting little in pay to bring home.
His shirt collar
wet with sweat showed a wide ring of embedded dirt,
his left foot that always hurt.
previous accident---saw milling in the Everglades,
His foot was
caught between two saw blades.
months to heal,
But he was
still paid---which was unreal.
The Saw Boss
was mean but fair,
others---he showed no care.
seemed older than his 30 years,
It hurt so
badly at times---it almost brought tears.
But a Dad he
was---a single parent to boot,
wife’s people never gave a hoot.
So he took
care of his little boy unaided,
help of his mother whose hair was now faded.
to church they walked,
Tomas just talked and talked.
now three years old---and very bright,
He asked his
Dad---Why Dad—do you always work until night?
said--- Son---I pray you never will,
schooling and live high on the hill.
watched his dad leave early before light,
pants held up by an old rope pulled tight.
of his dad walking through the morning darkness in the dew,
his heart forever---he knew a dad like his---was very few.
passed Tomas left for a higher education,
But the war
was coming---he might fight for this great nation.
waved bye at the train station---with his eyes full,
His son was
now a man---a tear ran free---and Tomas took no bull.
He was tired
and weary as he walked back home,
now he was all alone.
presents on earth will always be felt,
Tomas by his Dad’s graves knelt.
flowers on the coffin was place with great love,
An old dirty
rope---attached with a note--- For You Dad in the Above.