My Dad

My Dad prose poem

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In all appearances, his feet were firmly planted in our southern home town
It seemed clear that daddy’s life was fixed and fashioned on the grounds of Dixie
But I’m also certain, there were times I heard his heart beating a different sound

A hard working dad and a stay-at-home mom: all respectables
A live-in grand mom, obedient children, and a dog named jack, a quiet place for kids to live, grow, and thrive: all commendables
Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation: all predictables
Church, school, work, and information: all expectables

Yes, stability was the real McCoy in my family. Everything and everybody,
Like the steady ticking of a clock, stayed basically the same day after day.
Sameness was a staple; newness was rare; change is what we longed for.

A change of place, to explore the human race
A change of pace, to catch the sands of time
A change of faze, to rise to higher levels
A change of ways, to reach new destinies
A change of plans, to find our purpose
A change of focus, to chart our course

Yes, change is what our hearts were longing for
We knew that ‘sameness’ was always given the more
But we also knew that ‘change’ would someday
Come knocking at our door

It may be true that daddy’s feet were fashioned, fixed, and planted
Perhaps he was dreaming, and in his mind, he saw something more
It seemed for sure that his soul was charting a different course,
Because we often heard him say, “I’m going out west where the
Eagles build their nest”.

I do not know if my dad was being poetic, or if he really desired
A different land. But I do believe that he was longing for change
And I believe that daddy longed for a fresh touch of God’s hands
And I believe that his soul was uttering, “I’m longing to know the
Master’s plan.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The perfect dad, wish he realized his own dream, while he has helping his family live out their dreams.

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Congratulations! @curtisjohnsonsr
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