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
#ValkyrieFlying #TealMoonHaunts October writing prompts
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
#ThrownAndThrone #WorthyShares writing prompts
#TheLittlePrince #PrideAnthemChallenge for children's books title poetry
During your life here
You walked purgatory road
But now that you're gone
I'm holding on to the hope
That you ended up elsewhere.
*Hell Bound* (But Heaven Sent?) Father Part LX
#PurgatoryRoad #JulyFalls poetry challenge
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As the oldest I have always been trying to do my best to be strong for all of us. I've seen the way my siblings crumble under the weight of your absence. I do too, and everyday I contemplate about my death. I contemplate of the ways I should leave but always end up remembering the way you'd cry. That probably breaks my heart more than the thought of my own death. I don't blame you. I've been able to live the life I've been living so far because you chose to work in another country, but I look at families that argue about which netflix movie to watch and I can't help but wonder if that day will ever come. The most mundane things to others are moments I've been forced to miss with you. I...
My dad is Portuguese
And I never knew what that meant
Until I said I'm just like him
And someone pointed out
That we don't match
But I have his smile
And the way he laughs
We reason the same
Our morals match.
He taught me to love
And how to be loved
So how can DNA
Be more defining
Than all these lovely
I say I'm just like my dad
But appearance isnt what I mean
It's all of the million little things
That make up a family.