A Quiet Man

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976


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,

my Dad

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.

A 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,

Nor a black magic 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.

47 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. bearspawprint
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 06:43:30

    I wish I could hear you read this aloud…..


  2. zendictive
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 10:32:06

    I feel ya (~_~)


  3. penpusherpen
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 10:51:46

    Your Father sounds wonderful and a good man to have known, Willow, and your poem is a great tribute to him. and I agree with bearspawprint, your voice saying those words aloud,. Wow!! Impact through truth. Hugs aplenty my lovely friend. xPenx
    (I didn’t know my father so I feel a certain strangeness on Fathers Day, A missing , but not knowing what I missed type of thing. ) xx


    • willowdot21
      Jun 16, 2013 @ 10:57:51

      Hi Pen thank you for your kind words I was very lucky to have such a good father and I truly appreciate this fact. I am so sorry to hear that you did not know your father I do hope you had a loving Mum to make up for this. I am in the process of trying to up load the poem, right not doing so well on that scene but I shall not give up. Hugs eternal.x


  4. Shakti Ghosal
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 12:35:06

    Clearly this is an out pouring straight from your heart. Great stuff to read on Father’s day.



  5. Louella
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 15:31:27

    What a beautiful dedication to your father. Absolutely lovely. I grew up without my father, although had adoptive parents from the age of 15. My adoptive father passed away in 2006, not long after my second child Cammy was born, It was a hard time, and these words really had me tearing up, because the qualities you express are ones I also saw in him.

    ‘An honest to the end man’

    Thank you for sharing these words!

    Miss Lou


    • willowdot21
      Jun 16, 2013 @ 15:40:59

      Well miss Lou I am so pleased you enjoyed the poem, from what you say your adoptive Father was a good man. It only goes to show that even if it was for a shorter time the quality of your relationship with him made up for the fact it was not a life time relationship. Be well and happy! 😉 xx


  6. bearspawprint
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 19:08:20

    Oh My!! You reading is beautiful. I did cry with that. Thank you.


    • willowdot21
      Jun 16, 2013 @ 20:17:59

      It is hard to read as I always want to cry, I did write one about my mother, called, Gentle she was, I can send you a link if you like. I was lucky with my parents sadly being the youngest of my brothers and sisters I had them for the least time. xxx


      • bearspawprint
        Jun 16, 2013 @ 20:49:14

        Yes, please. I would like to read Gentle She Was. I was 45 when my youngest was born. He is now 19. My oldest is 40 My Grandmother was 54 when her youngest, my Mother, was born. Noticing your Da’s date of birth, and your own, brought that to mind. Was your Mother younger than your Da?

      • willowdot21
        Jun 16, 2013 @ 21:00:24

        Yes she was younger than my Dad she was in her forties when I was born I am nearly 60 now and still the babe to my siblings!! https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/06/03/gentle-she-was/ I hope you like this one too. My eldest is forty this year.

      • willowdot21
        Jun 16, 2013 @ 21:04:29

        My age is not in the poem, is it ??

      • bearspawprint
        Jun 16, 2013 @ 21:20:49

        No, your age isn’t in the poem. It was in one of the profiles, but dunno which one. I sort of followed train of thought, drifting about here and there. Your lad’s music made me think of my own, and so I listened to some of your music videos, whilst I did a few other things, Now I’m gonna read Gentle She Was. Thank you so much for your generosity in sharing your Heart.

      • willowdot21
        Jun 16, 2013 @ 21:24:18

        Thank you it has been a pleasure . I am always amazed at how many lovely people ( like you ) that can be met on here.

  7. Matrone Bell
    Jun 16, 2013 @ 21:26:16

    This was beautiful dear, your Father was a wonderful man.


  8. Sheri de Grom
    Jun 17, 2013 @ 05:27:32

    It’s no mystery. Your father was and still is deeply loved.


  9. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Jun 17, 2013 @ 12:06:54

    This is lovely Willow. It could just about be a eulogy. It’s a shame you couldn’t have said it at his funeral.

    Really lovely.


    • willowdot21
      Jun 17, 2013 @ 16:53:14

      Yes I would of loved to have been that eloquent then, but I was not.!…………. did you listen to it I have put a recording of it on the right of the page. Hugs.xxxx


  10. prayingforoneday
    Jun 17, 2013 @ 21:09:58

    I agree. hearing you say it would have been ace.

    I can teach you Audio blogs.

    Loved it


    • willowdot21
      Jun 18, 2013 @ 06:19:23

      Hi Shaun, you can hear it , on the right hand side of my page there are some sound cloud players, A Quiet Man is the top one you can just click to hear me read it , in fact I have put a few of my poems there . So let me think what you make of my stuttering and faltering!! 😉 xxxx


      • prayingforoneday
        Jun 18, 2013 @ 09:00:11

        WOW….With the voice. I could listen all day.
        Very calming and assured.
        And a brilliant reader. You can tell every word was meant, every word was said with passion and love

        I am an impressed man…

        Shaun xx

      • willowdot21
        Jun 19, 2013 @ 13:11:50

        Shaun I just found this in the spam………… how odd is that! Thank you so much for all your kind words! 😉 I am glad this turned up. 😉

      • prayingforoneday
        Jun 19, 2013 @ 13:59:53

        Knew I replied..
        Sometimes I get that, comments in Spam.
        Always check..


      • willowdot21
        Jun 19, 2013 @ 14:01:19

        will do will do 😉

  11. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words
    Jun 19, 2013 @ 14:55:00

    as I read your thoughts I could feel your love for him
    then I heard your voice conveyed what a special man your Dad was…
    Truly Beautiful Willow….so special
    Take Care…


    • willowdot21
      Jun 19, 2013 @ 17:44:35

      He was special to me , he was special to our whole family. I have written one about our Mum I might repost that and put on sound cloud too. The only thing is every time I read Mum’s poem I cry………. Thank you for your kind words. 😉 xx


  12. saminaiqbal27
    Jun 21, 2013 @ 00:25:21

    Oh what a special tribute. I loved it. Your dad was a very special person, your love for him shows that. Take care.


  13. ramblingsfromamum
    Oct 21, 2013 @ 09:55:05

    That took courage to read Willow and I agree with Words – it would have been wonderful in his Eulogy, but all is not loss, he has heard you say these words wherever in the Universe he is and I am sure he is very proud of his girl. xx


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