Coal Dust My Book
A book I wrote for you dad (A true Story)
Coal Dust My Book
In shadowed veins of the earth so deep,
Where silence whispers and shadows creep,
Men like my father worked their way,
Through coal-black tunnels, such grueling days.
George Hurst, a name etched bold in time,
A testament to a life of coal.and grime.
Beneath the weight of the earth he bore,
The strength of a heart that gave even more.
Yet tiredness inside , a heart torn in two,
To feed his family and pay his way
Deceptive smiles, said I am ok, yet dad was ill
The two sides of his health, he had to pay.
Through dust and clings, his spirit was strong,
He fought through days weary and long
A killer of darkness, coal dust kills
A coal-dust man was my dad. It took his life away
“Coal Dust” spoke of more than the mines,
It carried his memory, his courage, dark mines..
A father’s love, a miner’s song,
A tribute to where my roots belong.
So here’s to the man, the love, and the strife,
The two sides of him that shaped a life.
A loving hardworking husband and Dad
Working the coal left lungs really bad.
Through every word, his strength remains,
A shining light in coal’s dark veins.
My hero my Dad, my only best friend
A dedicated job, it killed you in the end.
Note Dad I miss you so much my heart aches
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