FREDDIE
Freddie was a distant cousin who lived across the street from me when I was a
child…I always think of him…and send him good thoughts…
FREDDIE belongs to the following groups:
Complex Simplicity of Art and WMGI saw Freddie every night
Wait at the gate
Hoping his daddy
Wouldn’t be late
He was a little boy
With black hair
And dark eyes
When I think of him
I still cry
His father would come
Walking down the street
I’d look at him
And then his feet
He’d be slobering
Drunk and unaware
The little boy loved him
But he didn’t care
I remember him on
His little bike
He was adorable
This little tyke
He was scream
Hello Daddy
His father would yell at him
Let me be
His mother no better
She didn’t help her son
She drank her liquor
She was another one
The father died
One cold winter night
No one cared
Except the little boy I held tight
He cried for his daddy
Who threw him around
All I could hear
Was his sobbing sound
Freddie grew up
And went on his way
I did hear
That he had better days
He is a drummer
In his own band
Loves his children
And never raises his hand
FREDDIE
webbie
What a choice and he choose the right path…To bad his dad only felt sorry for him self and dranked his life away..But this poem if freddie was real..Did Freddie justice…great job …ever one has a choice to make some wise some not so wise.But you know sis they can not really blame it on mom or dad it there life and there choice:) hugggggggggggz
Sally Omar replied
Thelma, Freddie’s life from what I understand was not easy…he was
into drugs and was severely overweight…then I heard he moved to
New Mexico…quit the drugs..lost weight…got married…and had
children…and although I have never been told this Freddie had a
beautiful heart and I am sure he never abused his children…I always
remember this darling child waiting for his drunken daddy to come
home…how very sad…I was a child myself but had I been older…I
know I would have intervened…I never understood his family … his
parents lived with the maternal grandparents who never stopped him
from being so harsh with this little boy….he is my cousin’s cousin…
Many hugs my dear friend….Sally xxxxoooo
webbie
What a great story sis…I hope your so right…Wonder what he think of his poem :) huggz sis
Sally Omar replied
Thelma, I haven’t seen him since he’s about 13 and he is at least
53 or so now…I have asked my cousin from time to time…but he gives
me very little information…my family is a little dysfunctional…knowing
Freddie’s beautiful heart, he would love the poem…
Hugs, Sally xxxooo
lianne
Sally what a tender story – your compassion just shines in this! I feel so badly for children caught in these terrible cycles but I love your positive ending. I feel for you too – it’s such a terrible thing to feel so helpless to do anything that would make it better, isn’t it? Very touching poem, my friend!
Sally Omar replied
Lianne, I was a child myself…but felt so sad for him…I hope what I
heard is true and his life is better…but I am never sure…my cousin
speaks little of him and says he hasn’t had communication with him
in a long while…He is always in my heart…Hugs to you my dear friend,
Sally xxxxxxooooo
Mia1
Wow, this is very touching. Wonderful.
saseoche
Amazing story and great work
SharonD
Such sweet writing Sally. You really feel for people.
Philosophy Lee
I agree with Webbie’s comment: ”...you know sis they can not really blame it on mom or dad it there life and there choice…” 100% responsibilty for our lives… good or otherwise… and other’wise’ can make us very wise.
Sally, you’re the best at this rhythmic poetry thing. Kudos :)
Gregory John O...
Sad one Sally…...Thanks