He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man. Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights. A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .
He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman. A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man. A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did, he was an out in the open man what see is what you get man nothing hid.
He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man, a giver, comforter a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man, a there until the end man.
He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man , happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man an always there when it counted man.
He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away, he was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men. He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man. He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone. He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet, blackmagic man,an honest to the end man.
He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man! At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man. A truly missed man , a wish you where here man. He is a gone but not a forgotten man.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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19 thoughts on “A quiet man”
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Thank you so much xx
This was an extremely beautiful tribute! So very moving!
Thank you he was my dad.
Willow, this is THE BEST poem you’ve ever written. A wonderful tribute – I am sure your dad is smiling in heaven.
Thank you so much Kate, I hope my dad is smiling down on me. He loved poetry and read it to us or got us to read to him at every spare minute he could make! He was deaf but with his funny old ( and huge) hearing aid and he could see us and lip read he never missed a moan of something naughty…. unless we were behind him!! 😉
this is greatness, Willow and I felt honor reading it, Love to you, Linda
Thank you he was a special man.
What a blessed woman your mother was–and how blessed are all the children of such a fine man! A most wonderful tributed to your Dad, willowdot!
Again granbee he was special, I know I am biased but he was so different he had such quiet wisdom. Thank you granbee xx
What a touching poetic portrait and tribute, this is so beautifully presented! A great pleasure to read, gave me chills and made my eyes all misty…
Thank you so much, my Dad was special to me.
What a beautiful tribute to your dad…
Thank you we were blessed, though it was not all roses we were a normal family , happy and normal. x
One of the best tributes to a person I have read. Honest and heartfelt throughout. Your Dad was a “Man’s man” but also a family man from what you say. He had his priorities right. He did the right things.
Thank you again for sharing.
He was a family man and also as a union man there was always a steady stream of men coming to our door for his advice, and stray cousins and friends staying with us, our house was a middle terrace council house but it was a tardis inside not unlike Dad’s heart.
Yeah I can relate to that myself.
Your Father was a great man from what I read.
Again, happy memories x
Aye happy memories