The resin scent of fresh
sawn timber
always brings you to me
and carries me,
much as you did,
back in time
to childhood days.
Mesmerised by the plane
you used
to smooth wood to silk
making your furniture.
The curls of pine and cedar
fell fragrant
onto the workshop floor.
I, your constant companion,
delightedly pinned them
in my hair.
What must I have seemed
to you?
A crazy child and yet
your arms were wide open
shoulders broad to carry me
and the love was
unconditional.
The smell of bacon cooking
is a regular reminder
of our late night chats with snacks
and cats
I, older but no wiser,
we laughed at old late night movies
one knowing what the other
was feeling.
We were to be 'Glen & Daughter'
- you had no 'Son'
and each precious moment
we spent I file away
in 'sepia'
flicking through in time of need
Shaved wood
charcoal and coloured chalks
sandstone carving
tea spoon coffee spoon
orange lillies and fresia
iced buns
horsehair and springs
your enthusiasm
your headstone
with love, Daddy, your daughter.
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Do you ever stop missing someone?
Written October 15th, 2005
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Now you make me weep...
This is such a beautiful expression of love. I have come to think that love has a separate life, one that doesn't hinge on the presence or even the existence of the beloved. Love for such a wonderful person as your father cannot die, so, no, you never stop missing someone you have loved so deeply.
Our running into each other on AP has been fraught with ironies as well as commonalities. One night last week I was trying to think of what my own father would have advised me to do, and I wound up crying myself to sleep. My Daddy has been gone 25 years, now!
Thank you for speaking from my heart as well as your own in such a lovely, lovely voice.
Your friend,
Camille
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Yes, you are absolutely right to think that love does not depend upon the presence of the loved one. It certainly has it's own existence.
I think that we ran into each other courtesy of GordonR. He is a very wonderful person. I know this for a solid fact. He is special. He knew my circumstances and sent me a link to one of your poems about your mother. It helped. You helped and GordonR helped - yes - it all helps. Just hope I might return the compliment one day. You are special Camille. Thanks for your time my dear.
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i know the feeling
i have a poem called 'Ghosts' that i had a very similar olfactory remembrance of my own. i am not sure if i have it on my page, but i really identified with your own remembring. very nice.
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Thank you. Must go and find some of your poems to read. Away for a week, but on my return I will get reading. Thank you. x
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Lump in the throat!
Your father was a lucky man to have a daughter who could write such beautiful honest words about him. You must have given him a lot of pleasure.XXG
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Touching
I absulutely love the part about putting wood chips in your hair. If your intent was to have the reader cry and celebrate the love you shared, you have succeeded.
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I didn't intend any tears. Have shed too many myself. But just wished to say what a lovely man my dad was and how lucky I was. Thanks SteveS for this. I'm sorry if it upset you. xx Debs
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Oh, but, never a day goes by when I don't wish to have a giggle with him.
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Never...that is the gift they leave upon our hearts
and you truly gifted indeed! Bask in that beauty!
dance in it...it is a powerful strength in you,
just like each line and verse of this poem!
Geesh...when you release your heart ........wowowow!
Power! Imagery, Similie's, Metaphors...splendor!
ears/Seattle
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thank you so much for reading this. I know it's on the internet but, in essence, it's still very private. I have his smile and his frown. So life goes on....! I loved my dad so very much. And that was before he died so young.
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Amazing poem, you're making me cry!!
I don't believe that you can ever stop missing a person who is as great as your father is, but as time goes by, instead of crying at the memories you have of him, you'll be able to laugh.
You're poem was touching, I could clearly see all of the admiration and love, and the pain for losing him. It was beautifuly written!
--gooshawn W
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He was the best. Thank you for your lovely comment. Yes, I can laugh - mostly because he showed me how!! xx
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Think those thoughts will always be ethere, thye just don't come as often over the years. Nothing to feel guilty about, life goes on and one moves along with what is happening. Parents will always be thought of at various times, as memories come back, as certain things bring back their times with you. Liked the flow and the brevity of the lines here in this poem. Those good times will always be part of your memory.
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I love your photo - how you grow and change!! And thank you for your perfect remarks. xx
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very touching!
i loved it. *high five.
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High five back to you Jess! Thank you darlin!! x
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This reminds me so much of the poem I wrote about losing my father. And really no, a lot of people don't ever stop missing someone who you care about so deeply. I really liked how you related this to wood. I can really see him standing in an office working on a piece of furniture. -
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I must go and find your dad poem. I'm off now to look for it. xx ps thank you and glad you have had a good dad experience.... seems rare on here. xx
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aww this poem is so precious!! you did a great job!! ^_^
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I wish I had a a Father.
This poems captures all my dreams of a Father and what he would be like. It is full of a kind of safety I have never known and always longed for. My life was full of Mr.'s and Daddy's and first named Men. Some OK but most not and one that killed my soul. But somewhere deep inside me is a little girl looking for her Father who is just like the man above. My birth Father may be out there just like this. Or maybe I should give up hope? No I don't think so. Maybe he sent me to this poem to give me love across time. I thank you for putting my head in this space of warmth. To answer your question, no you never do. I love you Mom.
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I feel I really made you suffer with this poem about my dad. I have to tell you that your comment meant more to me than all the others. I was put in the way of being lucky. We can't choose can we? But maybe you have been given resiliance? Certainly you know what you should be entitled to. I hope your birth dad knows what a wonderful child he has. I hope you know what a wonderful person you are. I hope maybe you might come together one day. But even if not, you do yourself proud, so don't let any bugger tell you different..... xx chills xx Always here. xx
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My thanks to you
A poem is at it's best when it pulls at the mind, heart, and soul of it's reader. When it takes them to a new place, an old place, or a place they have never known. This write did all those things. I know I;m not the only one who went there after reading this wonderful pice. And P.S. thanks for the Love and the good wish. From your lips to God's ears.
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Wow. This is very cute. I think though, you should instead of just saying phrases (sometimes I get lost or confused) just make it more explaitory. Other then that good job
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Thank you so much. He is worth all my points!!
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so beautifully written. Your dad would be proud. One of the finest tributes I have read.
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Thanks my dear. You comment was exactly what dad deserved. x
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Teared me up
OK you managed to bring tears to my eyes. I know that grief. It is mingled wth happy memories. Your father sounds like he was a wonderful man. -
love is always carried
thank you so very much. Yes, he was a real treasure. A truly loving man. They're not that rare but not all of them can reassure you that they truly love you. Dad could. Glad you enjoyed this. Glad your pa is a special dad. Treasure him. x debs aka motherof, etc etc -
this is really a lovely, and sweet piece, that ends with a punch of sadness and reality. you weave together beautifully memories of you and your father, and let the reader glimpse into this personal part of your life. there is nothing quite like the relationship between father and daughter, and i treasure mine with my father. even though you miss yours everyday, it's nice that you two had aloving relationship whose memories will be with you always. nicely done - keep up the good work. <3
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Thank you so much - it's nice to know you enjoyed it. x m-o-a-f
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