MY DAD AND ME
by Joy Leftow
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I called my father the other day
I had forgotten the rift between us
and my action was triggered by tired
worn habits from days long gone
He wasnít home, no answering
machine to pick up his phone
I forgot he died two months ago
My dad will never laugh or yell again
the touch of death, ... so final.
Iíll never hear his voice again
Rethinking the years
he lived so long ... he was very old
But he was never happy,
he hadnít had a good life
Just a lot of dreams and
memories to carry him along
Sorting through what heís left behind
I search for hidden jewels he talked about
Diamond and sapphire rings
Cash tucked safely in discreet crevices
Dad acted like he owned the world
Yet in reality he owned a few boxes of buttons
a hanger for ties folded away in a broken down
suitcase were some wrapped up shirts,
boxes of cufflinks and tie pins
The tie rack is full now with about
thirty five of my husbandís ties
Cye says heíll remember Dad always
for giving him that much needed tie rack
He says I thanked your dad
when we buried him, when I shoveled
earth on top his casket
Yes, I said thatís good
The cufflinks and tie pins
lie in a velvet lined,
inlaid wood box now
gracing my sonís dresser
He wears them now and then or just
takes them out to gaze at them
I look at all the things I took:
Binoculars, made of etched brass
whose view is unclear, another pair
I use to watch hawks soar
outside my window
making life into a stage show
two fountain pens, recalcitrant, ...
... were discarded
a rhinestone covered
with a burn scar on its spine
This is what my dad left behind
from his life, now for mine†
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|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|Loss is a very terrible and sad thing. Times heals with the fond memories. There is so much vision and meaning in yoru prose that I'm in awe! This is beyong inspirational. You are a rich daughter and your dad, was a rich man in so many ways that it would be impossible to measure. God Bless. Gloria|
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Sometimes ,, pain is healed by forgivness..Now hes gone, keep moving forward.....M|
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|God bless you as I hope that you have forgiven him even though it is hard. Take it from a pro of pain but we must forgive eventually right? For me i don't know when but i ask God to help me get over lifes thrown arrows each and everyday. I hope he apologized to you before he died but if he didn't God rest his soul.|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Be Ever So Grateful For Daddy Who Cared,i.e. Mine Bastard Who Kicked Me Around, Abused Me -He Can Continue To Burn In His Own Holy Hell!
While All (Your) Death Is Inevitable,i.e.In Silence Make Your Amends Never Know In Blink Of An Eye You Will Be Gone To Answer To No One Not Even (God) Burioed In Same Like Casket...
You Can Overcome...
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