J. Frank Astle (1883-1953)
Written by a man at war to a wife left behind.
Written by that wife – a prayer for that man
Written by a man knowing the quality and character of those nurses he knew.
Written by a man of great faith –
Written years before Martin Luther King’s Words:
” …I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today. …”
J. Frank Astle is the grandfather of my brother-in-law Randy. We are visiting him and his wife Kathy, my wife’s sister, in Houston this week.
Randy’s mother passed-on recently and left Randy with these touching poems written by his grandfather.
In My book I Didn’t Want To Worry You Mom, I dedicate the book to, among others:
to “family of those sailors –
- A mother or father left behind …
- A grandmother or grandfather left behind …
- A wife left behind …
I only wish I had Frank’s poems when compiling the book. Thanks anyway Frank … and thanks Randy for sharing with us.
Don Johnson – June 2014