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 

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 

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