FATHER AND SON

entry picture

I touch your cheek,

I'm surprised, it's cold.

I reach for your hand

for I need it to hold.

 

I look upon your face

that beamed and sparkled

as we loved and laughed,

wrestled and tickled.

 

Your face is so pallid,

the sparkle is gone,

no more to smile

at the hot summer sun.

 

Your hair neatly tended,

you lie there so still

as I try, with memories,

...

Read and leave comments (0)

Tags: DEATH,FATHER,GOODBYE,KISS,laughter,LIFE,LOVE,SON

Inherited From My Father

I have a leather bag of his 
from a time when he tried to 
better himself.
I have a scar on my arm from 
a time he failed. 
I have his eyes...so dark and 
full of so much lost innocence. 
I have his temper and stubbornness.
I have hazy memories of 
truly great times. 
And vivid ones of abuse, neglect, 
and pure hate.
I have a giant hole where he 
should've been.
And tall walls built ...

Read and leave comments (4)

Tags: father,memories

DAD

entry picture

There was a man I knew,

not too close, not too far,

as a child he was there

to tend to my scars.

 

A man with a past,

of that I had no doubt,

a man, when provoked,

who knew how to shout.

 

A happy man

with a smile for all,

he'd always be there to

pick me up when I'd fall.

 

And though never far away,

we were never very close,

a sign of those times

...

Read and leave comments (1)

Tags: cancer,celebration,dad,death,family,father,looking back,loss,love,pride,regrets,son

Dexteram Patris

entry picture

Dexteram Patris

Uncomfortable
seeing him that way,
and she,
ever supportive,
gently touching
his arm
for reassurance

but there is a failing,
something not the same,
although in looks
we are so similar.

The Prodigal returns
and sees his father,
straight of back
and stern of countenance,
falling to pieces.

The once proud frame -
busted

and she,
as beautiful as always,
...

Read and leave comments (7)

Tags: declining health,dementia,father,favourite chair,prodigal son,richpix,right hand of the father

*Violence To Ones Own*

October-7-1997
Trisha M. Hopkins

{I}
Waiting for him, sitting in the car
Under the erie moonlight
Imagening what he'll do 
Seing him in the distance, Seeing him in the night
His mind shouting "I'm going to get you!"

{II}
He sees himself going after the man
He sees himself dragging him, dragging, dragging
Tying the man up
Everything is so dim
Under the erie moonlight

{III}
Torching him almos...

Read and leave comments (0)

Tags: daughter,father,moon,other,violence