My reflection's and musings of my Father, Daddy to me, of the abuse he rendered and of his addiction to alcohol and making the lives of his family just plain miserable, but, because he was my Daddy, I loved him, I guess, well, yes, in some ways I did.
Just A Manby Dale Hudgins Copyright 1997-2003All rights reserved.No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without the written consent of the author.
Excerpt of poem.
I grew to be a fairly strong young man.Work,troubles and hard times,I've seen a few,Through these eyes, young,they may be,Hope, I'm afraid, is all they'll see.
Please look for the rest of this and other poems in my soon to be released book of poetry found online . www.lulu.com/dalehudgins. Thanks, Dale Hudgins.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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