Daddy’s Legacy

Daddy's Legacy 

 Six feet tall in his stocking feet with an inch or two to spare,

like coffee laced with whipping cream, his skin it was so fair.

Above his lips below his nose his moustache did stand out,

all neatly groomed and trimmed it was without a minute’s doubt.

He was long and lean and lanky, he was handsome as could be.

He always tamed the hats he wore with creases A to Z.

His khakis creased and starched from waist to spit-shined shoes,

all bathed and dressed and smelling good he’s ready for some blues.

Daddy loved and cherished Mama, she was his all and all

He showed her his devotion when he called her “Baby Doll”.

He always tried to snuggle at the end of every day

It did us kids a world of good to see our dad that way.

Daddy loved us kids a lot, we knew that from the start.

The attention he provided us came from deep within his heart.

1975

Six feet tall with mocha skin and wise beyond his years,

he left this world in ’88 I cried a many tears.

I wiped my face I dried my tears my dad’s life was over.

He lived his life he gave his best, And, now he’s with Jehovah.

Now that Daddy’s gone I know the lessons that he left,

everything he taught me makes me be my better self.

His legacy is simple; 

it is awesome with its power,

to live and love to sing and dance 

and to embrace the hour.
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RIP Daddy: 

Hermise Mason Wilkins ~

July 25, 1918 – September 3, 1988 

 © 2008 By Leona G. Shankle

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