"A
Real Father"
For
many years a father was not
recognized,
He never had a birthday party or
a surprise.
He went out everyday and did very
hard work,
You could tell because of the
sweat in his shirt.
If I wanted to go to a party I
would have to get permission,
My dad wanted me to come home in
good condition.
He sent me to school to learn to
read and write,
He wanted me to be very wise and
bright.
He was always sure I had shoes on
my feet,
And there was plenty of food on
the table to eat.
He was very protective of me
because I was a girl.
He said, 'There's a lot of
trouble out in this world.'
He wanted me to have a very good
job
by the time I was grown.
He said, 'You will need it when I
am gone.'
At night we would kneel and pray,
We thanked God for another day.
Now that he is gone, I really do
miss him.
He was a Real
Father.
~Lorene Ellington~
Copyright © 2000
This
page is dedicated in memory of
~ Johnny Carl
Harrington ~
He worked and sweated for his
wife and family of twelve.
He lived on a farm in Oklahoma
where he raised his big family.
He planted sugar cane in the
Spring and harvested it in the
Fall.
He made enough molasses for the
family to last until the next
year.
He raised and
tended cattle, hogs and chickens.
From the hogs he would strip the
fat, and make lard and
washing soap for the laundry. He
grew vegetables and fruits.
He worked year round, from sunup
to sundown, for his family.
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