Family Fotos
by
Kurt D. Frazier Sr.
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Copyright © 2011 by Kurt D. Frazier Sr.
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#90
Grandpa was a man’s man,
Big and strong without fear.
He could hunt and fish,
Brought home many a deer.
With a Harley, a boat & dune buggy,
He thrilled both girls and boys.
We loved ole Gran dad
He loved us and his toys.
Never such a sportsman,
We brag of his feats.
To friends and family alike,
How #90 brought fans from their seats.
He had a deep voice that sounded,
Low and gruff.
He wasn't t a wimp,
Grandpa was tough.
A stand of pine, near a swamp,
Twas our first deer hunt.
"Fall asleep" he said,
Near a deer stomp.
He fought a valiant battle,
Against the foe, cancer.
Then God took him home,
Our Savior has the answer.
*****
A*R*T
The sands of time,
are scattered about,
spread about like butter,
on a slice of bread.
The grains of sand,
are cast along through,
the sparse vegetation,
of a northern beach.
Three sets of eyes,
view different scenes,
one looks ahead,
two downwardly in thought.
I am reminded of a,
time long ago,
when bubbles filled,
a kitchen sink.
Small feet splashed,
in the water as,
a puddle formed,
on the floor below.
The sands of many,
memories are united,
in my mind,
pictures from the past.
God bestowed,
reminders of love,
for and from, A R T.
*****
Born in '62
When I was born,
Quite small was I,
Lungs so tiny,
A piercing cry.
Fame nor wealth,
Had not I,
Mom and Dad,
Loved me bye and bye.
Up and up I grew,
Again and again,
Passing ten then twenty,
Adding ten again.
Thirty plus seven,
One more is thirty-eight,
When I was born again,
To see loved ones again; can hardly wait
Now I’ve life eternal,
So abundantly blessed,
You can know the way,
Your faith on Christ must rest.
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Dads are People, Too
Dads are not strange creatures from another planet.
Contrary to what we thought when we were kids or a teen,
Dads are not 100% nuts, just somewhere in-between.
When you are a son, then you are a blessed soul.
At times Dad s may seem a bit weird,
Just pray and let God take control.
A dad is not always a perfect delight,
Like granny s chocolate cake.
Often we are like a bumbling chef,
And now and then make a mistake.
Although at times we behave like animals
That should be caged in a zoo.
Remember to pray for us.
Causes Dad s are people, too.
Dedicated to my Dad; Vitus Price Frazier.
Thank you for teaching me that no matter what I did with my life to do the very best that I can.
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The True Me
I am a good man,
So thought I,
A murderer or thug,
No not I.
For my children
Have I love
‘tis without boundaries
As the sky above.
How could he say it?
Could he see my heart within?
Who told him my nature?
A man filled with sin.
For I told him not
Nor was beaten with a rod
The nature of us all
Revealed by the Word of God.
*****
Mom, you were there
When I needed you,
You were there.
I was a tiny lad,
You were there.
When I went to school,
You were there.
When the bullies rallied,
You were there.
When anger tried to rule me,
You were there.
I needed a kind word,
You were there.
When you didn't agree,
You were there.
I needed your help,
You were there.
When I needed love,
You were there.
When no one else understood,
You were there.
When the kid's came along,
You were there.
When the family needed you,
You were there.
When God sent His angels, you were there.
When I come home to Heaven,
I know I will see you, for you are there!!!
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I Couldn’t Sleep
I thought of Grandma
A can of buttons, Ribbons & Bows
Sleeping under the kitchen table
Watching veggies grow
Picnics in the park
Salads, picking asparagus
A craft of the month
Saved for each of us.
Handsome lad and Froggy went a courtin
Quilt with antique cars
To and from Chicago
A collection of bottles and jars.
Love and help freely given
Barn parties for many occasions
Grandma loved her garden
Holidays and seasons.
A house in the woods
47 acres of land
A lady she was
Willing to take a stand.
Grateful I am, for all her years
Fond memories, too
I’ll see you in Heaven,
Grandma I love you.
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Offspring
In the midst of the darkness,
A bright eyed toddler gazes upward,
His eyes focused upon the sky.
The wonder of youth,
Focusing,
Upon someone unseen.
What deliberate concentration,
Is seen on the face,
Of the fair haired son.
A ray of light descends from above,
Giving an aura of,
Something miraculous.
The book telling of,
The most excellent love,
Sits open.
Small hands folded in prayer,
Show a faith in God,
That has grown day by day.
(inspired by a picture of my son Eeyon)
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Waiting at my House
I was waiting at my house,
For Jesus.
Then He brought,
Us to Heaven.
When we had the,
Rapture day.
Then some went to,
Hell.
Then some went to,
Heaven.
Then we walked down,
The golden road.
Then we met an angel,
The angel said,
Don t be afraid,
There is no more sin in the world.
After the right time,
God created a new Earth.
Created by Eeyon Frazier 8 years old
March 2006
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Kinfolk
Some have them in the woodwork,
Others are not so blessed,
Some have them near and far,
Within the family crest.
It all began with fathers,
and mothers,
Then moved on to
Sisters and brothers.
The family line,
began to grow longer,
a line of blood,
there is nothing stronger.
Aunties and Uncles,
and cousins galore,
We can’t stop there,
I found some more.
The kids grow up,
getting older you see,
bringing me grandkids,
YAHOO!!! and YIPPEE!!!
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