I remember those long hot summer days.
When we would lay back and sip on lemonade.
That came from fresh squeezed homemade.
Then we would pile in front of the window air conditioner in the kitchen.
All of mother’s and father’s children,
Playing cards in the kitchen,
We knew back then how to spend time.
Then the cheater always wanted to gamble a dime.
And when he wouldn’t win, he would always whine.
But when daddy walked in the room everyone played honest.
That was one thing daddy didn’t tolerate was someone being dishonest.
He said a liar will steal.
And a thief would kill.
Daddy had some tough rules.
And made many home repairs with his tools,
But he had zero tolerance for fools.
He worked a hard day’s pay.
He was filled with godly wisdom.
He believed in disciplining his children.
We kids couldn’t get anything over daddy.
If we tried we felt the paddle.
But, there was one that tried to get his way.
My dad would get so mad it would ruin his day.
He even threatened to send him away.
We’re all grown now.
And daddy went to Heaven.
We don’t keep in contact.
When we do there’s instant combat.
I know daddy’s in Heaven shaking his head.
He tried the best he could.
But when greed takes over, there goes the family creed.
I just pray they realize when you die you can’t take it with you.
I never knew.
Siblings could be so crude and rude.
Only daddy could stop this family feud.
Now it’s up to the probate court to rule.
Patricia Kelley
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