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Small Comfort

Worried look on his face,
he began to pace,
he refuse to sit,
as he stirred and moaned a bit,
his daughter suffered from a drug overdose,
peer pressure consumed her,
he felt she lacked concentration,
he sensed her frustration,
as the doctor sprinted toward him,
the two had an animated conversation,
God gives,
so she lives,
the father chewed his lower lip,
weight on his feet and a fist on his hip,
drug addictions he could hate,
but his daughter he couldn’t,
God saved her before it was too late,
third time and death wasn’t her fate,
small comfort.

Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio

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  1. Date: 8/15/2011 8:48:00 AM
    Knowing and living with people who suffer from addiction problems this poem definitely 'speaks' to me. Thanks for sharing, very well written. The ending is beautiful.

  1. Date: 4/28/2009 11:01:00 PM
    This is a product of a fertile imagination of a great poet Frank. Keep on going my friend. Ernilando

  1. Date: 4/26/2009 12:05:00 AM
    This is a sad but all too often true write. Addiction is hard whether it is a personal addiction or that of a loved one. I think you captured the true anxiety of a loving father here. I do pray this is fiction as three chances is more than many get, a fourth time one may not be so lucky. Great writing and just in case prayers and thoughts are with you and yours. Besides, who couldn't use a good dose of prayer these days anyway, right? Smiles from Lolita

  1. Date: 4/25/2009 3:51:00 PM
    frank,this is very hard,children suffering from drugs,they surely need help and that is lots and lots of love and patience,and professional help,thanks God this girl in this poem has her father-alimestone pillar but a pillar,some parents shut the door for their kids and help them die,this father should be put on the throne frank----you write so wonderfully well and i hope this is fiction frank-this is going to my favs,im gonna put you on the throne---yours charma

  1. Date: 4/25/2009 12:54:00 PM
    Oh, no, "third time" this father has had to endure this type of anguish? How could anyone get past this? You certainly stir a lot of emotion in this excellent verse, Frank. Too bad scenarios like this play out every day. So sad.

  1. Date: 4/25/2009 10:38:00 AM
    Thank God for second, third and millions of chances. Good writing sunshine

  1. Date: 4/25/2009 9:27:00 AM
    I love the way you describe the dad..chewing lips..fist on hips..animated conversation..those things drew me into the piece.