Showing posts with label Father. Show all posts
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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Run Rachel Run---Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Rachel looked around at her home town Rotterdam---and she smiled as it was one of the biggest seaports in the Netherlands and maybe the World. She hated to leave but with promising herself she would return to visit---especially since her dear mother was buried in the church cemetery. She already said her byes to her mother when she left her a bouquet of lavender roses on her grave. The roses came from her mother favorite rose bush and bloomed most of the year---with roses that felt like velvet--- with their fragrance floating on the sea breeze. This is a memory she will always take with her---and some cutting from the rose bush.


Rachel waited until all the mates and the Captain were aboard the ship and asleep or in a drunken stew. The stealfully she boarded the ship between the lights from the old buildings on the dock and the shadows of the night.


She chose to stow-away in the Captain’s dinghy which was in a secluded concave by his quarters. She manage to get all her belonging in and herself and covered the dinghy back with the tarp.


Soon Rachel was fast asleep in her hide-away and did not notice that someone was watching her play out her little stow away plan with a smile on his handsome face.


Rachel woke up with the ship rocking and in a strange bed. And just when she was trying to understand where she was a loud banging on the big wooden door caused her to scream out.


Pushing past the man outside with a breakfast tray was the captain tall dark and handsome was just the tip of his aura. He rushed to Rachel’s side and took her hand and looked deeply into her light blue eyes that shined like a beacon to his heart.


Thursday, February 21, 2013

A Rope Belt


He walked the long dirt road zigzagging around the pines and Oak trees

he walked everyday---alone,

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,

He dragged his left foot that always hurt.


From a previous accident---saw milling in the Everglades,

His foot was caught between two saw blades.


It took months to heal,

But he was still paid---which was unreal.


The Saw Boss was mean but fair,

With most others---he showed no care.


His body 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,

His dead wife’s people never gave a hoot.


So he took care of his little boy unaided,

With the help of his mother whose hair was now faded.


Every Sunday to church they walked,

While little Tomas just talked and talked.


Tomas was now three years old---and very bright,

He asked his Dad---Why Dad—do you always work until night?


His father said--- Son---I pray you never will,

Get your schooling and live high on the hill.


Tomas watched his dad leave early before light,

With his pants held up by an old rope pulled tight.


The picture of his dad walking through the morning darkness in the dew,

Stayed in his heart forever---he knew a dad like his---was very few.


As time passed Tomas left for a higher education,

But the war was coming---he might fight for this great nation.


His Dad 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,

For truly now he was all alone.


But his presents on earth will always be felt,

Years later Tomas by his Dad’s graves knelt.


Around the flowers on the coffin was place with great love,

An old dirty rope---attached with a note--- For You Dad in the Above.


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