Kenneth Burden
He died on this date in 1948, just 16 days before I was born, so I never met the man my mother always called ‘Daddy Ken’. She described him as a kind and wonderful man who never had a bad word for anyone. He spent his adult life as a car mechanic and marine engineer. It’s probable his war service as Chief Petty Officer aboard one of the E-boats searching for enemy submarines around Britain’s coasts from 1939-1945 caused the duodenal ulcers that burst and cost him his life.
I place this poem I was invited to contribute to an anthology of epitaphs some years ago, in memory of a man I never got to know but who nevertheless made a lasting impact on my life.
To The Father I Never Knew
You left before I landed
Knowing I might too quickly
Find you where you’d gone
A proud and humble man
My mother called you
Loving kind with clever hands
What wonders we would share
If only death had spared
You long enough to know
The man you made me
A poignant and loving tribute, Stuart…
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Thank you, Bette.
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Reblogged this on Time Traveler on the road of Life.
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A wonderful thoughtful poem, he would have been bursting with pride at the talented man you became.
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Thank you, Brenda. I like to hope so.
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Very well written and touching, Stuart.
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Thank you, Asit.
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Very moving, Stuart. You father just radiates kindness and understanding.
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Thank you, Noelle.
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A heartfelt tribute to the Dad you never met 💕
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Thank you, Cheryl.
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Yes, deeply moving. A fine tribute indeed to your father.
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Thank you, Michael.
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That’s a wonderful and moving testimonial to your dad! I’m sorry to hear he died before you were born. Aiva 🙂
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Thanks, Aiva. I’d have loved to have met him, but such is the outcome of war.
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A lovely tribute to your father on his birthday, Stuart. I agree with Darlene that the war continued to take lives long after it was over.
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Thanks, Lynette. I believe he was a victim of the war, and my mother, when pregnant with me, found him lying in a pool of his own blood on the bathroom floor. He was rushed to hospital but died of peritonitis.
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Very touching poem. The war continued to take lives long after it was over. He looks like a kind man in the photo.
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Thank you. He was the love of my mother’s life, and she said he was a kind man, Darlene.
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