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0 posted 2001-06-06 04:19 PM


The One Time He Cried

Consummate cowboy, grew up on South Dakota plains
tenth child of twelve, a man while still a child
nothing about him ever showed to be raucous or wild
he looked life square in the eye, never did complain

grew to be the quintessential man, long and lean
did all of his cowboying up while still a teen
had a love for land, folk, all nature at hand
had that cowboy way with him, he was quite the man

for a little blonde girl, he was her cowboy dad
dressed in jeans and striped shirt, he took her hand
excursions to fairs, or just to see nature's scenes
he was her center, her rock, her dad in blue jeans

his smile lit his face, she copied his grin
she tried so hard to learn the best from him
when times were tough, or troubles grew sore
to his grin he'd add a wink, which tickled her more

he was her rock, her foundation and strength
she knew Dad would be there, he'd go to any length
and she watched as she grew, saw the similarities, too
in all her uncles, his brothers, and her love for them grew

came a summer graduation, and along with it the news
an uncle in the 'Dakotas, working fields under skies of blue
was felled by an illness, the summer skies brewed
her dad looked distraught, but then came more news

the brother was doing fine, would be a short hospital stay
by the very next morn, uncle's soul had risen away
caught up quick by this life cut short, desolation rose
daughter caught dad set back by frustration's pose

and he cried, wretched with deep, desolate waves
she wanted so to reach out, but knew she couldn't save
him from this pain, this inconsolable passing of life
she left this man, stepped back, to be held by his wife

and her father grew in her eyes, he was human after all
and in her memories of him, he still stands so very tall.

©Karilea Rilling Jungel
23 September 2000

© Copyright 2001 Karilea Rilling Jungel - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 2001-06-06 04:23 PM


As it should be.
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2 posted 2001-06-06 04:27 PM


Oh my!  Karilea thank you for showing me what a real Father is, and the love you felt for him - I am keeping this and will treasure your sharing, thank you.
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3 posted 2001-06-06 05:53 PM


Yes!  This is absolutely wonderful! Good Job!
angelbear
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4 posted 2001-06-06 06:40 PM


Wonderful, wonderful!!! I cried reading it..but it was not the first time I cried!  

Such a beuatiful story told!

I can't control
my destiny
I trust my soul,
my only goal
is just to "be"
-Lyrics from RENT

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