A Quiet Man

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

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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.

Author: willowdot21

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. Back in 2010 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 " 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 53yrs this comming year. I have found 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. 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 be as strong 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.

47 thoughts on “A Quiet Man”

    1. Now I had not thought of that I might try this if I can manage without tears. Look out for a new sound cloud on right hand side of my page. 🙂 xx

  1. 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

    1. 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

      1. just listened on Sound Cloud, Willow, your reading of The Quiet Man, .well read my friend, and an extra special tribute to your Late Father.. hugs aplenty xPenx

  2. 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

    1. 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

    1. 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

      1. 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?

      2. 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.

  3. 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.

    1. 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

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

    I can teach you Audio blogs.

    Loved it
    x

    1. 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

      1. WILLOW..
        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

      2. 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. 😉

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

        x

  5. 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…
    )0(
    ladyblue

    1. 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

  6. 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

    1. Yes a painful poem and all of it true. My eldest sister especially approves of it, She has it printed with the one about our mum . i feel proud that she likes it so and I feel too , as you said, dad will of heard me read it or write it and hopefully approves of me. 😉 xxx

      1. Well I thought that they’d never get their act into gear!! I have three sons and it the youngest and his wife who are first!! now get to bed!! 🙂

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