My Dad passed away in '07 and just recently I came across some poems that he wrote. I found these in my moms bedroom all framed and hanging on the walls. My mom was recently hospitalized and my sister and I are going through the house getting it ready for when she comes home.
I always knew my Dad had a great mind and was constantly scribbling stuff down. I'll post some of them... Now I'm not sure he originally wrote them but he did sign each one as if he did.
This one made me cry.
Titled : A Promise
I will take your hand and hold it tight
I will help you through the darkest night
and when the day has come my dear
I will squeeze it tight and hold you near
as you will always see
I will love you for eternity
be my partner not just my wife
the simple things we will share in life
a touch a kiss a glance a stare
I will always be there
I ask you now
Would you be my wife
And be by my side
For the rest of our life
There are dozens of them. Some typed... Some in his original handwriting. I miss him every day.
Nice :)
Touching.
Thank you for sharing.
Ode to a Sea Otter
I am an otter
I live n the sea
I swim on my back
And eat Abalone
Sad and beautiful at the same time. To you and your Dad [beer]
Quote from: Buckethead on July 14, 2012, 09:52:17 AM
Touching.
Thank you for sharing.
+1
Wondering if there are enough to put together a book of poems.
I'm not trying to be commercialistic, but based on the poem you posted, there might be an opportunity.
- RM
Writing is a great art. Glad you found that! So much can be learned by reading poems or random writings!
I have a few this written I should put them on paper for a safe.
JM
Great poem, I lost my dad in '08, miss him every day!
sweet poem charlie :)
Reading some of them my sister and I were remembering times in our childhood. Each poem seems to be related to an event in my families history. A death of a cousin by a drunk driver.... The blizzard of '78 when the ocean destroyed our neighborhood.... When my sister had open heart surgery... Etc.
I'll post more in a day or two.
Quote from: LayneK on July 15, 2012, 01:16:37 AM
Great poem, I lost my dad in '08, miss him every day!
+1 on all points.
old letters and correspondence by loved ones no longer with us are such bittersweet treasures
they are the echoes of a person's lifetime, their mind and their words
we remember again their voices and see their faces and smile........ as our hearts ache or a tear escapes
longing to touch them again, smell them and feel the energy of their presence
thanks for sharing your Dad's words [thumbsup]
Quote from: Charlief on July 14, 2012, 06:22:51 AM
My Dad passed away in '07 and just recently I came across some poems that he wrote. I found these in my moms bedroom all framed and hanging on the walls. My mom was recently hospitalized and my sister and I are going through the house getting it ready for when she comes home.
I always knew my Dad had a great mind and was constantly scribbling stuff down. I'll post some of them... Now I'm not sure he originally wrote them but he did sign each one as if he did.
This one made me cry.
Titled : A Promise
I will take your hand and hold it tight
I will help you through the darkest night
and when the day has come my dear
I will squeeze it tight and hold you near
as you will always see
I will love you for eternity
be my partner not just my wife
the simple things we will share in life
a touch a kiss a glance a stare
I will always be there
I ask you now
Would you be my wife
And be by my side
For the rest of our life
There are dozens of them. Some typed... Some in his original handwriting. I miss him every day.
me too.
Titled: Thoughts
As I sit before the fire
And gaze into its lights
I think of other fires
And of other lonely nights
My thoughts though not in vain
Have come and gone astray
They seem to disappear with the coming of the day
My dreams, my thoughts, my fantasies, they never disappear
For if they did, I seem to think, I would live a life of fear
Such cruel behavior and utter thoughts have happened every day
For you see dreams are just another way to face the coming day
JCF
Fear
What is it that motivates us to search for yesterday's tomorrow
when day has come
And night is gone
What makes us strive
So hard and long
The moon has come
The sun is gone
It's rays of light
That drives us on
The fear seeing
And being seen
The fear of saying
And being heard
I fear alone in worlds mighty mist
The fear of just trying to exist
JCF
This one was dated ( 1975) around the time my dad got laid off from his job in Fithburg, MA. At that time getting laid off was not all that common. We were broke and my parents decided to move us (themselves and 3 children ages 10, 8 &7) to Marshield, MA to start a new life. What they did was beyond anything I could imagine doing. They made it work and raised two beautiful girls and one ugly son. LOL
Lucky guy.. cherish all of them.. I get to cherish memories in my head of my late father, died in 00' at 40.. wish I could have some stuff he wrote to pass along.. I 2nd the book idea.. or maybe even as cards.. his words can echo in eternity.