Father, here between these pages you stand
A stranger to one who felt she knew you
The long flowing locks sitting on your shoulder
Rival those of your fair lady’s, astride your
Pride and joy. Triumph. A leather coat, heavy boots
And do I see a tattooed arm? You. Rocker.
The songs you once sang echo in my memory
You’d sing them to me. They were but music then.
Now they are my ticket through time, to the real you.
January twenty-seventh. A frozen day filled with
The warmth of love as I took my first breath into your life
But as you stopped to admire your only daughter
The sands of time slipped out of your favour
The order came to grow up. To tame the wild, adventurous
Heart. Tamed it was, but chained. Forced to learn
And through this knowledge, bitterness was gained
The smile which once danced upon your lips has long since fled
The girl you vowed to love forever has long since lost her beauty
In your now hollow eyes. The very modal of a modal of a man
You once wished to be is now haunted by the demons of perfection
Father, here between these pages YOU stand
Immortalised. Gone.
Author notes
For my father.
I found a photograph, the only one there is left which shows the man he was when he was young.
Thank you for reading. xxx
A contest entry
- All Wrapped Up and No Place to Go... by Bosky.
730 points, ended July 10, 2007, 19 entries
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I can feel your heart in between these lines, and that's what made this poem amazing. Thank you for sharing! Great work, thank you for entering my contest, and good luck!
Always,
Cassie
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Beautiful yet Heartfelt
This is a very well penned and yet very well good poem as wlel. it is sad that this happened but its awesome that you found a pioctur eof him and you wrote a poem for him. its just sad what happens in peoples past where with what you went through. good work though Paul
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Some are not meant to ever grow up, but to stay young all their lives. They do not take kindly to responsibility and that lack of freedom. This seems to be the case in this situation. Sentiments well expressed, easy to read and understand.
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