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Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Epic | |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Munaajaat | |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Ballad | |

My Father, My Hero

He was my hero when I was a child, 
His way with words were never harsh, always mild. 

He taught me how to live and have a pure heart, 
This he showed me from the very start. 

I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand, 
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned. 

He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen, 
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten. 

Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself, 
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf. 

He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much, 
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.

Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become, 
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb. 

My hero is my father but he passed away, 
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.

Copyright © Debra Baviello

Details | Free verse | |

The Old Salt

The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time
when he was needed most.

A time that is now gone forever.
When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass.

When patriotism was not just a word
by what men lived and judged the worth of each, 
a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. 

An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, 
and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. 

Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour,
we salute you.

What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, 
he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. 

A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, 
the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood
and men were made of steel.

The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. 

Those of us who remain behind,
remember, and will continue to remember, 
because he now resides forever in our hearts.

As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt,
a beret draped just above the eye, 
as he draws upon his pipe, 
quietly he waits.
The guardian of heaven’s gate.

Copyright © Mac McGovern

Details | Free verse | |

Daddy, tell me why

Can you look me in the eye?
Tell me, am I no longer beautiful?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why did those men hurt me?

Can you no longer look at me,
Without seeing the scars?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why are you behind bars?

Can you no longer love me?
Am I a broken toy to you?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why did it break you too?

Can you no longer hug me?
Are you afraid I'll be afraid?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why won't it heal with a band-aid?

Can you look me in the eye?
And not see those men but me?
Daddy, can you tell me why?
Why are you not here?

Can you believe my words?
You didn't fail as a father.
Daddy, let me tell you why.
Because I am your daughter.

We both survived.

Copyright © Lilly D.

Details | Elegy | |


written 23rd Oct 1997

So long I needed to visit
 but my heart didn't listen
Letting you know how much "I love you so"
 is now something, you will never ever know

Now that you are gone
 I know I waited to long
If I could just have that one more chance
 I would never treat it as just another glance

Now, you have become my biggest memory
 for you have gone, to a place I can not see
Knowing that we will never again touch
 makes me miss you, so very much

My children are still to young
 to wonder why pop hasn't rung
My heart is now empty
 for you, it always had plenty

I really do need to have you back
 you were the "only one, who saw me back
I know deep down inside
 you love me, more than words could describe

For it is only now, that I realise why you didn't want me around
 you knew how "painful it would have been, to watch you drown
But, as long as I am still alive
 you too, will continue to survive

For I will always be your darling little Denise
 who hopes, you forever rest in peace

                    ALLAN THOMAS HOLMES
                1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997

Copyright © Denise Hopkins

Details | Light Poetry | |

Missing You

Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.

Copyright © twanna Irisha

Details | Free verse | |

50 Years-Korean War

Published by Poetry Explosion of PA
In Loving Memory of my Dad, Peter J. Mariotti
He left this world on May 9, 2011.  I miss him so.

50 Years-Korean War

		Dad, you were one of the foot soldiers,
		When the Korean War began,
		You were among the many to fight
		In this foreign land,

		You went bravely into battle,
		Because our country told you to go,
		You didn’t ask any questions
		You just went to fight the foe,

		North Korea was Communist,
		South Korea was not,
		The country had been split
		After World War II,
		Now American boys were fighting
		On Korean soil,
		The South Koreans needed help from
		The Red, White and Blue

		Dad, you were a hero,
		You served our country well,
		Now after 50 years
		You finally were able to tell,
		The story of your war
		And the misery you saw,
		The Korean War had been forgotten
		But now at long last,
		It will be remembered,
		As an important part of our past.

		Love always

		Celine Rose Mariotti

Copyright © Celine Rose Mariotti

Details | Rhyme | |

Thoughts of Dad

I was sitting on the dock feeling melancholy today;
And thought of my Dad and what he would say.
If he were sitting on the bench beside me again;
Like the old days we had, I would hug him, and then.
I would ask him about what really matters in life;
all the work, all the stress, the trouble and strife?
He would say, "In the end it doesn't matter what you bought;
the toys, the money, or the real estate you sought.
What matters the most is the love you hold dear;
your family, your friends, and those that are near.

Copyright © Mary Waldeck

Details | Elegy | |

If you were to ask me the definition of sorrow:

I would answer by saying that it is the absence of your fathers earthshaking glance at the dawn of an unpredictable night. I would answer by saying that it is the acknowledgment of the neglected truth, that life is nothing but a series of scenes in an indisposed screenplay. And that death is the anticipated protagonist, a patient gift disgustingly disguised underneath the smiles of all that which we think brings us happiness.

Copyright © Jeffrey Feghaly

Details | Ballad | |

Missing Children

When children are taken from your life,
It is very devastating in so many ways to us all,
Some people say it is your fault,
To have the problems you have,
You have caused the distruction,
Of your own family in so many ways,
And you need to start making your own,
Correct choices in life to straighten things out,
For maybe then your children will,
Return back to you at your home where they belong,
For you to love and watch them grow,
So take things day by day,
And try to correct the steps you have made,
To where you can complete each task there is,
To bring your precious children back home,
To where they belong for you to love and charish them,
As a mother and father should,
Holding them each day they need you,
So you never get forgotten,
Each and every day of their wonderful lives.

Copyright © John Hembree

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Missing the Man in the Hat

It was early one morning, when you arrived..
You entered the restaurant and I noticed your stride..
Your manner of dress was quite elegant.. and ..
It appeared you were having breakfast...
With a very important guest..
Seated at the table, and I couldn’t help but notice,
The strange thing you did , when you removed from your purse..  
An old and tattered faded hat..
You took it lovingly in your hands and..
Proceeded to give it a kiss..
As you placed it across from where you sat...
I knew it belonged to someone you missed..
Then you did something strange...
You did a smile and a wink.. 
Poured two cups and I began to think....
Perhaps the car was being parked,
And soon your friend would join you..
As I sat and watched you seemed to be...
Engrossed in a conversation...
The twinkle in your eyes and the smile on your face..
Sent the message you were in a happy place...
Then you got out of your chair...and hugged the air..
And left the same way you came...but ..
I heard you say as you walked away..
Same time..same place next year ?

Copyright © kj force

Details | Lyric | |

Daddy's Song

Time has passed by so quickly
You’ve been gone 2 yrs today
I never knew something could hurt so much
The wound from losing you hasn’t even begun to heal
It’s still fresh and split wide open 
Daddy, how do we do this?

I still buy your candy
Candy I’ll never eat again
I just give it away days later
It's just something that I gotta do

Oh Daddy, what are we supposed to do
Without you here with us
It’s so hard to believe
You were here and now you’re gone
What are we gonna do

Daddy, How will we find our place in this world, now
When you and Mom are all we’ve ever known.
I wish I could wake up from this nightmare
And you’d still be here

Oh Daddy, what are we supposed to do
Without you here with us
It’s so hard to believe
You were here and now you’re gone
What are we gonna do

I hope you can't hear me
When I cry out to Heaven to get me through Hell
I don't want you to be sad
None of this is your fault

How are we supposed 
To fill this empty space
Nothing can replace 
The life we made with you
I wouldn't let it even try

Those old wore out flannel shirts you loved so much
Gets me through nights
When nights get tough
They make me feel so close to you
Daddy what are we supposed to do

You've missed so much
Your first grandson has a daughter now
She's beautiful, Daddy
She looks so much like you
Your second & last grandson Graduated 8th grade
What I wouldn’t give to have seen your face
When you heard his name called
Your granddaughter, your Tator-head got glasses
She loves them, unlike the rest of us
How are we supposed to do this without you here
What are we gonna to do

Time has passed by so quickly
You’ve been gone 2 yrs today
I never knew something could hurt so much.

What are we supposed to do now
We miss you Daddy


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | ABC | |

She Lost Her Dad

She lost her dad when she was only one.Now she's fourteen and feeling alone.

Feeling depressed not knowing who he was,asking questions what did he do,where was he from,how did he act ?

As she set there with all the questions going through her mind.Wondering was he like me ,was he a good dad?she just feels so mad.

Not knowing what he was like,making her heart ack each night.losing her dad so young,it isn't fun.

She has a step dad who has raised her since she was one ,who she loves with all her heart,but its not the same.All she has is a picture of him in a frame.

As she sits there wishing he was here
so she could say hi for the first time ,but she knows that wont happen so sad looking at his grave wondering why God had to take him away..,,,

Well at least he's in a better place way up in heaven space where angels fly and nobody cries.......but I'll always have questions flowing through my mind,,,,,,

Copyright © Crystal Stewart

Details | Rhyme | |

My Roaring T-rex


A vicious angry growl
The pounding of feet on the ground
The sound of munching but in scowl
Looking for bigger bite and cast around

Hiding for awhile and suddenly showed
In the webcam, he grinned broadly
Making way to show his world
Just for playful fun and talk fondly

Come out, come out my roaring T-rex
Come out, come out show me your reflex
I am in the mood to run and be chased
And caught in my little son’s embraced

You are my roaring T-rex in the chat room
Roaring is your way to make me smile
It’s always perfect and laughter in boom
A moment I would always want to reconcile

31 October 2014

Copyright © Noel Villarosa

Details | Narrative | |

How Hard Could it Be Part 1

How hard could it be to take my first step?

“Come to mommy, you can do it.”

“Oh you're home. Hon, look at him go.”

As I take another step, he picks me up.

He hugs me tight but gently and kisses me on the cheek.

I feel so safe, loved and happy. Perhaps that's how it was.

(I really don't remember back that far.)

How hard could it be, my first day at school.

My mom meets me at the front door of the building,

hugs me and says, “How was your first day? Did you have fun today?”

He comes home after a hard day at work and mom says,

“Hi Hon, it was Den’s first day of school.”

He picks me up in his strong arms and says,

“I knew you could do it.” A hug and a kiss on the cheek.

How hard could it be to learn how to drive a car or a truck?

“Den, come with me. Let's take a short ride down the road.”

We both climb up into Dad's blue 1955 Chevy pickup.

He stops on the back road, gets out, comes around and says, “Scoot over. It's

your turn.”

I start the engine, push in the clutch, shift and we start out slowly.

I'm nervous, I speed up, clutch in, shift again.

Oh crap, I shifted into reverse, truck stopped abruptly and backfired.

Dad looks at me, “But you did it.“ He hugs me, a kiss on the cheek.

How hard could it be to go away to college?

I'm so glad she has a phone so I can call my mom and dad.

“Hi Den, how are things going? You've got a B average.

That's great. I knew you could do it. I love you, see you soon.”

“You met a girl? What's her name? Wow, see you soon. I love you”

“You want to marry her? Big step; in Holland? Okay, we love you.”

How hard could it be to have a family?

“Oh, it's a girl. Mireille, that's a nice name.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“Another girl, Michelle, that's a nice name too.” He hugs me, kiss on the cheek.

“You finally had a boy, Michael, good choice.” Hug and a kiss.

Birthdays, holidays, weekends, visits back and forth, phone calls.

He loves them all, unconditionally. Hugs and kisses all around.

How hard could it be as life goes on?

He watches them grow up, get married and have children.

He loves them all, unconditionally, hugs and kisses all around.

We take short trips and mom and Dad go with us now and then.

We go camping and mom and Dad visit us now and then.

Every time you left, hugs and kisses all around. Always, “See you soon.”

Copyright © DENNIS DE ROSE

Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

Details | Free verse | |

family feud over inheritances im missing from my own life

my grandfather was in a coma
my grandmother was a cripple
my family was excluded from my grandfathers estate

my father was hit by a drunk driver
my father left my brother and i an inheritance
my uncle was the executor of the estate

i havent recieved a phone call from him ever
he wanted me to have a tv, a computer and a vehicle.

my step mom has done this before

a group of people that had a problem with my father even buying me a birthday present
a group of people my father bought all the christmas presents for
that never had anything nice to say to my father about me

i could change the world,
sve the emperor of china from a hostage situation
i could be a torture victom of a drug ring scrambling away in homelessness
and get the big "so what" as they sit in my dads three houses

im not sure why the only thing they wanted me to participate in was cruelty

and shotgunning beer at a funeral party is really not classy

just for future reference when these people make the news

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson

Details | Verse | |

Melancholy Memory

It was a Friday…
not eerie nor frightful,
no ominous warning,
just tick-tock…

The scars you left in
our impaled minds shown while
the wings of the angels
carried you.

Swiftly you were gone
and took all joy along.
In death, in forever,
in the grave.

Scarce grace lent to you.
Although horrid the race,
you shamelessly ran to

Words can’t express life
taken untimely but,
"Father and husband." carved
in tombstone.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas

Details | Narrative | |

missing you

I see my daddy sometimes what we talk about is between him and I.

To be in his arms one more time you name it, I promise I wouldnt put up a fight...

It's been almost ten years and Im still grieving

I remember that phone call when they said he was no longer breathing

In my mind I was thinking everybody knows my daddy likes to play games that negro

just sleeping...

As time started fading away reality hit me and I had to check my own pulse to see if my

heart was still beating...

Being in a state of shock my thoughts kept repeating, flashbacks of those nights when 

I deserved a beating, you loved me so much I was never was mistreated...

Every night before I closed my eyes you always repeated those three special words

that young girl needs to hear, and even though your not physically here if I close

my eyes tightly not only does your face reappear, but I can softly hear you speak

to me in my ear.

Copyright © precious foreman

Details | Abecedarian | |


Breaking loose the clutter bugs eating the human race...
A child is seen beyond his time, I smile my warm embrace.
There’s no surprise your blending all your dreams on end,
A decade passes boy to man, ten years plus ten... and then 
Watching you from my blind spot, I smile again... and again.

Copyright © Dennis Broe-Ward

Details | Free verse | |

Pai I Miss You

Today I came across your picture, I almost shed a tear.
I faced the mirror, dug for resemblances of your features in my mixture.
There is no doubt you are my father
and I don't want to alter the design of our feather.
I am your son, from your loins I was made in your way.
Many clashes under the sun, but we never joined the fray. 
As I slept, we laid adjoined, you held your baby every day.
But Time held the other side of the coin; from your hugs, I drifted away.
I know we not as close, and we barely express our love when we feel the urge to convey.
But you are my father, you are my mentor, every night, for me, you pray.
I imagine the good times life stole from us when I look into your tired eyes.
You still hold that beautiful smile, when you lift your head to the skies.
Age has caught up with you and you always  repeat your life stories to me.
I show little interest because I am a slave to this pernicious phone and PC.
But I want to hear more, and you ask for me to visit often.
I feel bitter I barely show up. But your stories will not be forgotten.
I miss seeing you tear with joy when I come visit. 
We shake hands because we forgot a hug and a kiss is our limit.
I pray to hug you longer before the breath of life leaves one of us.
With your presence, affection and wisdom my soul needs to be encompassed. 
I do not hate you, I am not vexed with you, that is a plan I never wrought.
I feel that is what I manifest and that guilt left in me a vacant slot.
I just want to take this moment to reveal my inner thought.
I love you, I need you, and Father, I miss you A LOT.

Copyright © Stefanus Nuno Pereira

Details | Rhyme | |

What We Didn't Know

I know you held me the day I was born and thought how beautiful and she’s all mine
You swore to protect me with your own life and watch me grow with time.
What we didn’t know was that you would be snatched away like a leaf blowing in the wind.
What we didn’t know was that we would never see you again
All things happen for a reason yes this we know. 
But we still ask why sometimes because we can’t let go
When you love someone and their taken and you can’t say goodbye
All we have are memories and nothing left to do but cry 
We cry because we are sad we cry because we are mad
We cry because everyone else has one but we lost our dad
Your birthday comes we place flowers on your grave
Father’s day follow and we place flowers on your grave
The same routine just a different day or year 
But we rather have you daddy standing right here
No matter how much I need you now, Heaven needed you more.
Heaven was needing a hero someone so brave and so true
Heaven needed a hero...God wasted no time choosing you.

Copyright © Alberta Richardson

Details | Rhyme | |

But, I See You

But, I see you
In your jeans and flannel shirt outside on the drive way
But, I see you
Waiting on us girls and just smiling and wanting to say,
But, I see you
How we doing and giving all of us a kiss and a hug
But, I see you
With your navy cap on your head as you gave it a tug,
But, I see you
Cleaning the pool that you were so proud of due to the way it was clean
But, I see you
And how much pride you had in all you did and all of us kids seen,
But, I see you
All the things you did or said is now like a video recorder in my mind
But, I see you
You are missed in so many ways and I pray to God that one day I will find,
But, I see you
That not seeing and hearing you anymore is not the end
But, I see you
Knowing one day we will meet again lets me know it is not pretend. 

Written By: Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born

Details | I do not know? | |

My Biological Father

I've searching for him since I was
A toddler, I thought he didn't want
Didn't want to be bothered
Like a missing piece of a puzzle
I didn't know that other side of me
Part of my soul was missing
So I adopted my stepfather and tried
Find the answer in him
It last for a while, but I was not satisfied
My soul longed for a father figure
But it could not find it
I asked my mother where was my biological
She said "I don't know, maybe he's in Chicago"
So I searched and searched
But I could not find him
My stepfather faded away
The Angels carried him away
I was lost, no father figure at all
saddened and dismayed, my soul wondered
Then one day my mother said I found him
The long wait was over
I saw him for the first time
My biological father
And he did want to be bother
He hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek
He said I love you
My soul was revived, I found myself
The missing piece of the puzzle 
Found it's place
Then I finally joined with the other side of me

Copyright © Angela Wilson Wilson

Details | Haiku | |

Missing Father.

Lost  Lucifer now.
My only friend ... Where is he?
Return to me, king.

Copyright © Jordan Adorno

Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Father's Day

It kills me that we've never met. It kills me even worse that you don't even know I exist. Some people may call me crazy because I'm pretty much talking to a stranger, but since I was a little girl I've dreamed of taking that place as your little princess. I've always imagined what you looked like. Mommy says I look just like you. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if you were in it. I wonder if I would be happier than I already am. I wonder if you and mommy would be married and it would just be the three of us together. I wish things happened differently back in the day. I at least wish you were there to witness your baby-girl being born. Call me crazy or a freak, but in my heart you're always going to be there. I'm still going to look for you when I'm older because finding and getting to know you is my biggest dream. I know God has planned for you and I to meet but that won't happen until the time is right. I will wait patiently. When the day comes that we meet for the first time, I'm not expecting you to take me in right away, but I will remember that day whether it goes goods or bad.. I honestly don't care. I just want to finally be able to say that I know my dad. But until the time comes I want you to know that on this Fathers Day I'm still thinking of you.
Love forever and always
Your Daughter

Copyright © Hannah Bruce

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Our Light

As we gather, this cold night
We know our life, has lost its light
Our Father, now has gone away
Never more, will he say

"I love you.", "son", or "sissy"
"Before you leave, give me a kissy."
God, we miss his hugs
His long answers, never shrugs

To watch him, with the kids
He'd always make them, flip their lids
He would make them, clean their house
Or, be as quiet, as a mouse

It was all, just for their good
Though still small, they understood
He did every thing, with thought
His life's wisdom, dearly bought

He taught us how, to succeed at life
To battle through, both pain and strife
But little, he complained
As a policeman, he was trained

A cop, who had no fear
Chosen, Policeman of the Year
For an arrest, he made one night
The details, gave us fright

He said, "It's just my job"
But, his arrest, brought down the mob
A small act, by a good cop
Knocked Raymond P., Right from the top

Always humble, he did not keep
All the glory, they tried to heap
They praised him high, then dragged him low
It did not change, the man we know

At his work, he was the stone
Ever rolling, and alone
There he gathered, no new moss
He dealt with drama, pain, and loss

At home with us, a new man
Though like always, he had a plan
To build, to rake, to clean, to paint
His color choices, made Mom faint

Working daily, he'd say to thee
"Once we're done, we'll drink Iced Tea."
And though, we never got those draughts
Still we had, a million laughs

So he worked us, what's his crime
He also, gave us, lots of time
With himself, and with our Mom
I ask you now, what's the harm

Just as always, he's gone before
Cancer rushed him, out our door
Leaving grand-children, kids, and wife
The soul purpose, of his life

Although here, we all must stay
We miss and love him, more each day
Yes, he gone, he's left our sight
But remember, within us, shines his light

If, you think of him, by day
Think, love, and work, and play
When, you think of him, by night
His star shines, twice as bright

Copyright © Steven Clark

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At Tea Time

For the daughter I love and miss.

There’s a change that’s like a season that I’ve noticed in the air
I couldn’t tell what niggled me but now I have to share,
I feel it in the morning when I rise to make the tea
And waiting for the kettle, set the cups for Mum and me.
Ollie’s wants his bucket, and Roddy’s fast asleep
But I don’t take down the “ducky cup”, the special one we keep.

It’s really at the week end in a moment of spare time
When I’m sipping on a cuppa that my heart begins to pine,
I might glance through the kitchen door and out towards the lawn
And I see amongst the imagery a big red heart shaped form,
And youngsters having cups of tea all wearing pretty clothes
High heeled and tripping ’cross the grass on their tippy toes.

I look back through the living room to the corner where
Her brother plinks the ivories of our old piano there,
He really makes an effort to knock his score into shape
And I think of the impression that her Chopin pieces make.
She’s off at school a playing in some piano cell maybe
So no pretty ballerina girls’ll pop by today for tea.

It’s warm, the sun is shining, and Spring’ll come ere long
The buds are sprouting on the trees and birds all sing a song,
But I see a flash of sunlight that would set her hair afire
She’s off at Hillsdale far away a singing in their choir.
And I have that changing feeling and I ponder on it long,
Well I guess I’m trying to say I really miss her while she’s gone.

Mother’s made the cornbread she serves with soup today
It tasted just delicious as usual I must say,
It didn’t have agave in it like she used to bake
’Specially without sugar, which our daughter did not take
I’d told myself I shouldn’t mind, I’d take it in my stride,
But thinking of it I admit I sort of ache inside.

I think about the way she hugs me, head against my chin,
And know it won’t be very long before she’s back again.
Till then no one rides her bike that’s pink and gathering dust
We seldom drive that old blue car that might be turning rust.
It sits beneath the ’simmon tree and there it will remain
Like all of us just waiting until she’s home again.

We drink tea in our house, and I am often the “Chai Wallah”, the one who makes the tea. I make sure every one gets their own special cup. But now that my daughter is away at university I get to thinking about her and miss her.

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Copyright © Neil McLeod