In Memory of Joe (Indian) Diabo
Betty Sue, Lacy, Revel, and all your Friends and Family
When I was young my daddy died, all I remember is that I cried.
I do remember that it was hard on my mom all she could do is sit and sob.
My dad was a wonderful man he was really good with his hands.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn’t have died, but when I do I always cry.
Now he’s in a better place with my prayers and God’s grace.
As I write this poem I’m shedding tears because it’s been so many years.
He treated my mom very good just like every other man should.
He made me who I am today and that’s all I have to say.
Written by: Revel Kahnawiio Diabo