Taking Flight
That old man,
now just like
a child.
Hiding, hurting,
running away from
constant confrontation.
Poor old man, who
only wants to finish
out his days
feeling free,
watching his hairs
go grey.
My old man, pops,
I like to call him,
the only one who
really understands
who I am.
Maybe I should
be there
through his tarnished
golden years.
"Go live your life"
he says,
"there's nothing for
you here."
This stomach,
not strong enough
to bear the
sadness in his eyes,
turns quickly,
no long goodbye's, for
me and my old man.
now just like
a child.
Hiding, hurting,
running away from
constant confrontation.
Poor old man, who
only wants to finish
out his days
feeling free,
watching his hairs
go grey.
My old man, pops,
I like to call him,
the only one who
really understands
who I am.
Maybe I should
be there
through his tarnished
golden years.
"Go live your life"
he says,
"there's nothing for
you here."
This stomach,
not strong enough
to bear the
sadness in his eyes,
turns quickly,
no long goodbye's, for
me and my old man.
posted by DeeM at 11:04 AM
18 Comments:
**not strong enough
to bear the
sadness in his eyes,
aww this line got me crying...
Keshi.
That made me smile so wide, yet well up tears at the same time. Great tribute to your pop DeeMer... and by him saying that.. just shows how much he loves you too ;-) *hug*
(and why does your blog freaking require me to use a thesaurus to get by the word verification. SHEESH! New Yorkers...)
Very touching tribute to your Dad. Once again a very enjoyable poem.
This is so poignant and touching. Part of me wants to comment more on this piece. But I'd feel like was treading on hallowed ground. So, I will just say thank you for sharing.
Thanks everyone, it was actually very hard for me to write. The words were in my mind, but I didn't want to write them down, if that makes sense.
Wow it takes such courage to write about some one who is so close and its hard to see the one who we love grow old
Thanks for your lovely comments in my blog..
TC
what a sweet tribute to your father. written from the heart, this kind of poem is what makes him proud of you. :)
The way life rolls around.....
Rock on!
beautiful. i miss you. oh btw, coming to NY next month.
how sad and beautiful at the same time. make sure you always give him company. loneliness is a terrible thing.
I came again and stopped by to read your poem it takes me back to where my father was around..
I came again and stopped by to read your poem it takes me back to where my father was around..
Touching poem. I think it shows well how we get adjusted to being hurt and learn and know more about it as we get older. It was a sweet relationship between you and pops. He probably missed you, but wouldn't want you to miss him. Sometimes short goodbyes are better, less heart-wrenching.
Hullo, Deem. ^_^ Thank you for the greeting on my blog. Happy holidays, too! Have fun, have fun. ^_^
Fabulous poetry, I related to this :)
Just dropped by to say hello hope all is well at your end
Have you gone on holiday ???
I m having a tribute for Gulnaz (http://the-apple-pathways.blogspot.com) I hope you can visit and spread the chain in tribute of Gulnaz
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