The Storyteller Poem by Kaila George

The Storyteller



My father had a talent
Of being a great storyteller

He was able to catch
Your attention were
Ever he went

He would sit for hours
And watch people in groups
Those he knew he knew what to say
Those he didn't he would
Observe for the rest of the day

Then when asked to speak
The room would fall in a hush
Waiting in anticipation
On his every word
Dad had a knack
To tell a good tale

He made us laugh
He made us cry
With a zest for life
He would tell us all
His views on life

With respect for him
I give to thee
The talent he shared
With our family

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
He was the best storyteller I have ever had the pleasure of knowing...I miss him so much.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Seale 04 August 2012

Bless him and bless you. I look forward to reading your poems and stories, in anticipation... till then. -Kelly.

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Story-telling, yes, indeed...I do believe he and me would have gotten along very well, indeed, Ms. Kaila...And my bet is that he smilin o'er you right now for penning and sharing your admiring words for him! Nicely Done, young lady ~FjR~

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Unwritten Soul 28 July 2012

Oh if we can joined the story telling once with him it must be fun, you know that ability is rare...you really had a great experience with your father then. and it's inspired you for a nice poem_Unwritten Soul

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Captain Cur 28 July 2012

I know I would of loved your fathers stories, based on how well you write about him. You do honor to your father.

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