A Song Quiet Sorrow Silent Tears

A Song !!! Quiet Sorrow / Silent Tears I awoke to cold, wet, gray skies, remembered the pain- your eyes, a story told – I heard – telling me of your sad plight- your fight to be. I closed my eyes to this early mornings rise. A river of tears – into dream land – from my eyes, carry my along, your words cry out, why ? I wonder ?, then I know !, why you have to cry and cry in silence ( from within ), stifled by fears - your companion’s throughout all these years – that have not stopped you, yet never let you be. They have caged your spirit, will not set you free from all that your mother and me, in our infinite wisdom ?, could not see. I left you to flounder in your mothers sea of pain, anger, frustration, vindictive hate. I left you with ghosts- from both of us – to your fate, without a solid foundation, upon which, your creation could rise, I left you no hand to hold – be your salvation – as you grew up in a world, where nothing but starvation of the soul, spirit, this little Girl, - where nothing could grow – was the essence of your stifled little world – this is what did show you a path – to rise above, free spirited, touch the sun, to know, - there is life, for you, beyond our flaws and my hollow soul. - that who and what you are is but a great and shining star that has – beyond us – gone far to eradicate – from your soul – who we are, and no matter what, we can no longer mar your heart, your spirit, your soul, your star, for you have risen above ?, to be the woman you are. B. J. “A” 2 March 7th 2006 And so my Dear, leave the ghosts, us ghosts behind, for your mother and me to live with, and find the freedom that seems to elude you, take wing and do not be afraid to FLY !!! Love Dad

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Jan Allison

Date: 3/9/2015 12:48:00 PM

Such sad imagery Bill I guess we all have ghosts in our past and naturally these will have affected your daughter when she was growing up - I see the poem was written some years ago - I hope her life has turned out well and she has spread her wings and flown:-) Hugs Jan xx

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 3/9/2015 6:02:00 PM

I wanted to be a James Dean, a Marlin Brando, ( I couldn’t act my way out of a wet paper bag ), my Daughter, toured southern Ontario with a group preforming Oklahoma. I have been my own lawyer over the years, and have won cases against our federal government, provincial government, our municipal government, our government run insurance company, - on three separate cases - the law and even a judge. But this is nothing compared to Gail’s accomplishments as a legal secretary from the age of seventeen and as a para legal these days, and in the interim did some missionary work in south Amarica. I may have an opportunity to follow in her foots and do some missionary work in Thailand or the Philippines ???

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 3/9/2015 6:02:00 PM

Good afternoon Jan Allison : It has been some time since I have seen a word or two from you, a pleasant surprise. I see that you have been very, very prolific with your poetry writings – ninety this year alone , WOW !!! “ Such sad imagery Bill ” I suppose my Dear, but on the brighter, positive side, Gail, rose, like the Phoenix, from the ashes of her dysfunctional parents to be a beautiful woman and a beautiful person as she took many of my youthful dreams and by some quirk of fate turned them into her reality. I dreamed of being Fred Astaire, ( two left feet ) my Daughter, is a professional dancer, I wanted to be Elvis, ( couldn’t carry a tune with an eighteen wheeler ), Gail is a professional singer,

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 3/9/2015 6:01:00 PM

“ I see the poem was written some years ago ” yes my Dear, as are most of them on my site, for the past couple of years. I think I have one more year before I end up where I started - with “ Ghostly Images November 17th 2012 ” submitted (11/22/2012 ). As the above has shown you my Dear, “ I hope her life has turned out well and she has spread her wings and flown:-)” she has soared far, far above the limits of her parents !!! “ Hugs Jan xx ” and back at you my Dear !!! Bill . ( B. J. “A” 2 )

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 3/9/2015 6:01:00 PM

How true Jan, “ I guess we all have ghosts in our past ” whether those ghosts are of our own creation ( nature ) or are handed from generation to generation ( nurturing ). Without a doubt Jan, “ naturally these will have affected your daughter when she was growing up ” but as this rhyme shows, Gail, took the negativity of her youth and turned it into a positive ending for some of the hand me down, family traits, effectively changing the direction of future generations.