A peek inside my daddy’s shack
Inside this shed,
My daddy’s dear shack,
Are now rusted items
He once meticulously tracked.
Things that he loved,
Assorted relics;
Stuff others would discard,
Knowing they never could sell it.
Objects passed down
From his parents to him
And random oddities
He tucked in buckets on a whim.
Within its walls,
Dad’s off time was spent;
A place near his garden,
For tinkering to heart’s content.
Now that he’s gone,
When I go inside
Can’t help thinking of him.
Through memories, he still resides
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“The memory of the just is blessed…”
Proverbs 10:7a
© Sue Nash/ 2014
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That was so beautiful,sis. I triggered to read deeper wholeheartedly. Eventually I am moved read your poem. Thank you so much for sharing this,sis. Keep pray for you. Have a blessed day to you.
You, too, Karina. Blessings to you!
I truly loved reading this….beautiful poetry!
Thank you very much. What a blessing you are!
Beautiful, Sue! I love the verse you chose, as well. Perfection. 🙂
Thanks, Skye. Glad you are back!!
Sweet, sweet, sweet… 🙂
I appreciate that Hope. 😄
Beautiful! What a sweet tribute to your dad!
Thanks, Teri. Blessings on your day!
Amen!! I miss Bob too!!!! What a sweetheart he was!!!!!!
Yes! What a sweet reunion when we meet our loved ones! Soon, I think! Thank you Jane.
My family, on mom’s side, were farmers with all the barns / silos / shacks / workshops. That picture transported me back. Inside those structures, hung on nails, were priceless memories of those who have gone on before us.
This was a beautiful piece.
A Servant
Thank you so much. My mom may have to sell her property- too much for her to manage without dad. If she does, The shack is so sentimental that I would love to move it to my yard. Problem is, I don’t think anyone in suburbia would allow it and my husband would protest! Like you said, it’s the memories! Thanks
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Sooo beautiful…
😊thanks Rene
Wonderful words and picture, Sue. I moved into my family home years ago with an accumulation of my father’s “treasures” in his shed. I still have some of the fire crackers he had saved from his childhood in a can. I agree with your earlier reply about the sweet reunion. My dad has been gone eight years, but I know I will see him again…what a comfort.
Amen. When we are reunited in heaven, we won’t even remember this ‘brief’ (compared to eternity) time apart. What joy that will bring! Thank you very much.
I love this, Sue. (I want to see pictures of the relics inside:-)
Thx