Three years ago he gave his word to her. Oh how many things have changed since then.
As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a difficult conversation. She sits down in the chair and waits for him to walk in. She is staring at the same door which he used to walk out on her. He had promised, "My child! Your mother and I are taking a break from each other. But I'll always be around for my princess. I will be the one shouting at the top of my voice on your graduation day. I'll be the one dropping you off on your first day of work. I'll be the one to give you away to the man of your dreams. I'll love my grandkids more than any other pop-pop in the world. You'll always have m...
I was taught people leave for no reason
That people are selfish
That I have to work twice as hard to satisfy
But with no result in the end
Love is no guarantee, inpredictable
One day it's close
The other day it's gone
It leaves you broken and open
Not knowing where you stand
And not feeling the love returned
While constantly fighting
And doing everything to make it work
But if it's all one sided
There's no sense in going on
One day you'll learn when to give up
And put yourself first
It's hard to accept
The line I drew in the sand
That I can't cross now.
Because you left before I could brush it away
and I'm still not okay with that
*Boundaries* Father Part LXVII
Background photo of the Asbury Beach from the Asbury Park board walk
#LineInTheSand #FebruaryFalls poetry challenge
"You must rest and take your time. You outdo yourself and your heart" the old lady said.
"Men must work if they wish to eat!" the old man snapped with a fierce tone.
And with a gentle shaken voice the boy replied "but what of myself, father? I cannot work nor feed myself."
With firm callused hands, he grabbed the boys arms and said "Eat my son. For when my joints and my arms fail me, I will need you"
- Mapusaga Chou-Lee
Family's cash growing tree
Adjustable if capable
Hopeful, what future has in store
Really an ass.
Para mí no había mejor cielo que los ojos azules de mi abuelo.
Besos al cielo 😊
Everyone deserves a father, who sacrifice their life for their children. Not the one who runs away from responsibilities.
Everyone deserves a mother, who keeps tye secrets and defend their children. Not the one who ruins it infront of others.
Everyone deserves parents, who should understand their children's metals health. Not the ones who destroy it for every single matter.
Everyone deserves parents, who can sit and listen to their children's pain. Not the one's who are responsible for their pain.
Mama, papa, help me get home
I’m far away from where I belong
Mama, papa, I found me a witch
A little old lady with a crystal ball
She told me my future, she said it was dark, with a par of black orbits watching from afar
Mama, papa, help me get home
The little old witch took me to met her old pal
The thing was a werewolf, that nasty old man, he told me my future was resting on quick sand.
Mama, papa, i’m finally home
Where is my people? Whom moved my crown?
I went to the throne room, he came after me, I sat on a chair, he gave me a cup, a drank without thinking....
Mama, papa, he has dark orbits that watch me from afar
His darkness quite visible
Light evaded him.
His death came early
My poems bleed memoirs of his
*Alcoholism* Father Part LXIV
Which sound can possibly over power the silence that has found its deepest of depths
Which tool can take down a tree that has spread its roots across time
What words could ever console a man who has already left the place after shedding his tears all alone...
.....BECOMING A FATHER.....
Those eyes, they carry the sights of the future, those lips ready to render the euphony of life, those little hands are destined to carve out a better tomorrow, those tiny foots are blessed to imprint the change...MY life has changed to see the best I can ever imagine. When we start questioning the relevance of life..that is when life makes you witness the aspects unknown...it is not just a birth of a life...it gives life, meaning and purpose to a lot of other exhausted souls which started believing in the monotony..the idea of creating a life appears to be a biological process with no real emotion attached to it..but when you witness it growing from a sack to a f...
Daddy drives me in his car,
To the hills, very far.
We eat candies sweet and sour,
While watching the movie, star wars.
We also catch fireflies in a jar,
I am mamma's little rock star.
I saw Valkyrie flying
Over my father's grave
Trying to decide
If he was worthy
Or not. JD
*Worthy* Father Part LXIII
Not all Vikings get into Valhalla and it is her choice to make
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It was that night, the last night when we were sitting in the living room, watching tv. We were all happy and laughing at his jokes.
I stood up and told him goodnight. He told me the same thing and smiled at me. That's his last words. "Goodnight". He seemed happy and peaceful. We all did.
And the next morning everything changed. She was in panic, rushing to the hospital with him. I stayed home, calling her every hour in order to learn how he was.
But I knew. He wasn't going to make it. We would be all alone from now on. I would be alone. And that's what happened. Because sometimes, life isn't a great fairytale. But our strength in such difficult situations, can be.
One of the hardest things to bare after losing my father is that I did not have the opportunity to say goodbye. Naturally, it is impossible to be with every family member when they cross over.
I mean it's when a loss is so sudden I often feel that I have missed closure. I feel cheated out of a special moment with my Dad. Losing him brings about deep feelings of grief, and grief still consumes me.
Obviously, it was harder in the first few weeks and months after he died but now that the harshness and shock has faded I still fill the pain if not the same but more as the numbness has been seared away with time. Although, the grief is significantly more 'transparent' what it la...
THEY DON'T MAKE THEM LIKE YOU NO MORE.
The only one who knew me before, all the masks and the gaps and the eyes like maps you looked through until the camaflague cracked. It's me missing you, the one who never flew in the wind of your wings, so sore. Those lies took my side to the better tides and I never knew you were true for sure. You loved me to the core and I loved you much more, than you saw. My heart is raw still on tour to the shores we ensured to forge. Like you hoped I will float on the boat through the book you wrote and feel ease on the seas where we've been, and in the breeze your soul soars free, rest in peace. I wont slack in your tracks, you're my Dad I want you back. They d...
You taught me to walk on my own feet way back into the time . You did let go off my hand because you thought I have learnt to take steady footsteps. But dad , your strong daughter didn't learn to walk steadily in her life yet. She had a bad fall and had bruised herself and I wish you were here to help her back on her feet again. I wish I could wrap my hand around your finger and learn the right way to walk again. I need you in here. I love you and without any doubt, I miss you too.
- Arunima ❣️
You are graying now aren't you?
You are perfecting the paradigm of hustle
You are cutting through, wearing off, every muscle
You make me believe destiny is only a tussle
You pull one over, fight the flight.
I hate I cannot emulate you, though forever in sight.
I love you for all those rules, even more the ruse
A very happy birthday Paa, I will always continue to be a part of you.
My crown lays crumpled
And the little prince cries
We were over thrown
And lost our place
To an imaginary throne
A couple extra heartbeats
By a handful of mistakes
Took the king
Away from us. JD
*Crumpled* Fahter Part LVI
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