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My father recently lost his battle with Alzheimer's Disease. Dad, we'll miss you...
 Category:  Family Poetry
  Posted: May 30, 2018      Views: 191

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DEAN KUCH 

Dean Kuch
Georgetown, Ohio

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A Poem dedicated to the best father a son could have...
"True Riches" by Dean Kuch
True Riches
 

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I may not have much money;
I’ve never owned a yacht.
But I have something priceless
that can't be sold or bought.

 
It does not need a price tag,
no store-front windows, dressed.
And just for having had it
my life’s been truly blessed.
 

I don’t own a Ferrari
but still, I made you proud.
You said, "Son, don't be sorry
for dreaming on a cloud."

 

We camped and fished till twilight;
we spoke of loves we’d lost.
You told me, "You'll be all right;
warm hearts melt frigid frost."
 

True riches, I now know
aren’t all the things we’ve had.
It’s having a true hero–
someone just like my dad.





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Matthew 4:19-20~ 19 And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men. 20 And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.

Dad was born on December 17, 1937, in the tiny mining and farming town of Whitesburg, Kentucky. He passed away peacefully in his sleep on May 25, 2018.
As the oldest of thirteen children and dirt-poor growing up, he worked in the coal mines of West Virginia at the age of 15 to help my grandparents buy food, pay bills and see that no one in his family went without.
That tireless worked ethic followed dad his entire life and he always put the needs of others before himself.

Dad, this one's for you.
I love you...
~Dean




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