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My father

I know a man of humility, love and kindness
This man is not so famous to the world but he is so famous in my world.
To raise four kids ain't an easy job
With a wage that wasn't enough
Growing up in an environment so down to earth,
He made sure the kids followed what he demanded for,
He made them all disciplined,well behaved and independent souls.
It wasn't an easy task for him and his wife,
Though rough from outside,soft from inside
Thinking for others first before his 's is the motto of his life.
This man whom I know for years and years is none other than my father
My hero,my inspiration of strength and also my great weakness
This man have stood by me in all my imperfections, giving me strength and 
encouraging me towards perfections.
Taught me to fight the wild storms in life
Taught me to love selflessly
Taught me to stand tall and strong .
No books or no teachers would have taught what my father taught me.
He has seen much of life,
Some great,some not,helped  us be what we want to  be
No matter where I may be,what I may do or who I may become,
I am sure my father's always there for me.
He has been a solid rock for me in times of hardships
A strong personality who thought I could move the mountain so easily
He is the person who toiled day and night to make sure our needs fulfilled.
He is a man like no other.
With every year that passes,my father you are so special for me than before.
I have no words to the describe my wonderful memories 
But I am a lucky and proud daughter to have father like you.
You are the strength of me standing tall
You made me live my life with heads held high
You sat by me whenever I was Ill
 You stood by me to wipe my tears whenever I cried.
You are the best among the 
rest
You are the first person whom I could talk about my relationship 
You accepted all my flaws
And made me a better person with your love
You are my guiding force
My light ,my god in disguise
Though the years have brought a touch of gray,
And some wrinkles upon your face
But for me you are still the most handsome man that I grew up seeing  as a child.
You are just amazing father any daughter would have.
Its been so long I haven't said you
Today is the day ,a special day of yours for me to say 
I love you ,my father.
You are the gem of my life,
My hero,my guide and moderator of my life.
 Happy fathers day.

           Bandana basnett



Copyright © bandana basnett

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Poem for a sleeping child

Poem for a sleeping child   


There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your 
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an 
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved 
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours  
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to 
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your 
own sondaughter and learn to bask on 
the outside looking in—---and be content. I 
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead 
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat 
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you      all ways.

Dave Collins collincd. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, by Kevin Ubanks
Spring 1991

Copyright © Dave Collins

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AN ODE TO MY GRANDPA

More rocks than soil on those flinty hills
Where he tilled the grudging land.
He chopped the sprouts and manned the plow,
With cracked and callused hands.
No stranger to adversity,
Through hard and bitter years
He wet the dusty, stony ground
With a poor man’s sweat and tears.
                                     
He was not a man you’d hear complain,
Though hard times dogged his trail.
He faced the foe unflinchingly;
His courage never failed.
He cried unto his unseen Friend,
A Friend who always hears--
To the One who sees and understands
A poor man's sweat and tears.
                                    
The legacy he left behind
Was not of wealth or fame.
On history’s golden pages
You will not find his name.
He lived a simple, honest life,
In a world that little cares.
His name was written in the dust
In a poor man's sweat and tears.
                                     
No rocks, no sprouts, no callused hands
Where he safely dwells today,
In that everlasting Eden,
Beyond the Milky Way.
Where hope ends in reality
And joy relieves all fears--
A garden where no one is poor--
And no more sweat and tears.

Copyright © William Robinson

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Ode to My Daughter

I confided with The Jeweler
I want a masterpiece
A wonder to the modern world
Where joy will never cease

He said he’d start with umber
A rich, golden shade of brown
use it from the very start
create a special crown

Next, sparkle from His diamonds
He used them from within
Distributed them quite liberally on
Her eyes, her smile, her skin

Oh yes she will be special
A jewel the world will love
treasure made with so much heart 
They’ll know she’s from above
She shall be known as Ceci
Because she is to be
perfection of a young lady
like your sister is to Me

He said I know just what I’ll do 
To make your crown the best
I have special method 
Pulled from the family crest

There’s never been anything like her
nor will there ever be;
I’ve taken the spirit of her aunt
Your dear sister as you can see

You know she was quite special 
That’s why I called her home
but I wanted you to be blessed 
so praise Me with a poem

a tribute to My creation
a gift to all the world
although I blessed you with 2 boys
I gave you just one girl

I did one other special thing 
To set this child apart
I gave her something special
A piece of The Jeweler’s heart

I have  filled her with compassion
She will be the downtrodden’s friend
She will always be a guiding light 
Yes this is who I will send

Sometimes at night, you will hear her
As you lay there in the dark
this lil' Gem sing Me praises
A gentle meadowlark

A champion for all children
Inspiring, encouraging all
She embarked upon this journey
She already heard my call

So always, treat her special,
let her know I care
you see she is My masterpiece
A jewel that is quite rare.

A tribute on her 17th Birthday

Copyright © jeff eklund

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Angels

On the wings of two angles I was brought into this world…
My mother and father I’ve called them since I first spoke,

To their arms I ran when I first walked…

When my heart was not calm

Their love would come…

When no one believed
They saw what others couldn’t see
When I would cry
With a calm sigh they would smile
And the whole world would stop and the pain would die…
They taught me to not lie…
They taught me to be human…
On the wings of two angels I was brought into this world…
My mother…her beauty puts the stars to shame….
My father…his heart stronger than all the men that walk among us…

I thank my lord for giving me
The biggest treasure on this world,
Love that is clearly out of this world…
Thank you…
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Copyright © Zeki Madjid

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Family and Friends


Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road

But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone

Written 09292012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Ode to my Father

Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet
Soft of morning dew, and my dusty feet
Leaving his brighter sun for school and care
Whilst he with poetic dreams filled the air
And orange blossoms buzz with fragrance fair
And O, orange blossoms buzz when
In my mind I hear his voice again.

Father, fragile though festive fold of hills
Where drought walks dissonant on dribbled dreams
Your memory abides here still, and bright streams
Of laughter where you paced or sat unveiling
History and poetry and farmed feeling
Of the world. Like a nightingale's voice spills
Through the village gate, sublime as sacred thrills
The organ dissipates, and crannies fills
With thy deep eloquence and pride
And thy wide eyed child by your side.

Regal of an African line, birth low
Amidst the Maroon bramble, up you came
Out of the German mire of blood, a flame
Carrying bushman and midwife through night
The falcon feathered for the frolic of flight
Over foreign spires, in the bright rainbow
Father, still your footsteps that path does show
Mud deep, bright towards the future we go
Athlete, scholar, tempest and mist
Man above men will foes insist

And I today churn in praise my new lines
Waking like a womb of fresh beginnings
A virgin voyage of my form, deep gleanings
Of the mind's creativity. I bring
It, tribute to you, blush before my king
For whose awesome form my love matchless pines
Seeking your worth in joys of new designs
To carve your honor on our human minds
First of our black place to unfold
Upon white space petals of gold.

This proud veterinarian, this wave
That pulse across the Caribbean's shores
This first in rank in all the shackled chores
This noble patron of the arts, this child
Of business, that upward through nights here toiled
To say I am free, stir now gloomy grave
You shall not hold him forever a slave
When jubilee comes, and our God shall save
For of all the joys that is known
He loved his God, and grace was shown

Time and us are leashed memories
With time I tell love's true stories
And so its oft, when love in fancy strays
I to Alms Inn, where my boyhood still plays
In St. Elizabeth, behind the brimmed drays
Here in white pattern of dust I reclaim
The glory of my father, all my name
For we are nothing who have no past, sir
No identity the shard soul to stir
Shorn from the traditions of father's ways.

Copyright © David Smalling

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Keeper of The Woods

Keeper Of The Woods
By: Kitty Jones
4-2-1993
He stands 7 ft. 8 or so we are told,
 When they tell us the stories of long ago.
At night he roams through the woods with care,
Loving on every creature, all that is there.
People say he’s a big strong man,
Big broad chest, yet long thin hands.
They say when the night it clear
And the stars are shining so.
If you listen really close you can hear him talking to Doe’s.
They call this man the Keeper of The Woods.
Mans ways about life he never understood.
They spoke of him as being gentile and loving in all his ways.
Giving back the gift of life that God had given him every day.
His love was shared with everything around
From the birds in the air to the grass on the ground.
I was told a story of someone setting a fire,
The flames would not go out they just kept getting higher.
The fire burned 3 days and nights,
Killing everything, nothing left in sight.
They say at certain times of the year as you look across the land
You can see the figure of a 7ft 8 inch man.
And if you come back 3 days later you’ll be amazed at what you see.
A 7ft 8 inch man crying on his knees.
I don’t think that anybody really understood.
The simple loving blessed life of the Keeper of the Woods.

Copyright © kitty jones

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Fun-Frosted Memories

Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled 
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford

Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime

-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Ode to a Father

Homage to a man like you.
Thanks for making our life in blue.
A man of great honor.
One of life's greatest donors.

One day may come that I'll be on your shoes.
Still I know you are one of my crews.
Guiding me on my life's horror.
'cause you're my one and only father.

You are worth of all salutations.
One of my admirations.
The source of my wealth.
Take good care of your health.

Indeed you are a precious treasure.
Luckily brought by nature.
This is your day to enjoy.
Homage to the one who gives me joy!

Copyright © Mckhy Styx Mallari

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Daddie, Dadi, Dad-dy

It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother

It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you

Copyright © John Pen

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Ode To Billy

Young Billy was a soldier in the War Between the States; 
And scars of war made Billy feel a victim of the fates. 
He fought for Mr. Lincoln and the preservation creed 
Yet saw too many dying and he saw too many bleed. 

Now Billy knew the dreams of war so vivid every night, 
Were dreams of almost everyone who'd caught that bloody fight. 
The war he fought sought righteousness which he believed was true 
But never understood how North and South could split in two. 

His parents died of fever while he fought in Tennessee, 
A fact he didn't know until the North claimed victory. 
His papa, wise and sullen like the Irish Sea he knew, 
Had come to this America with dreams to start anew. 

Young Billy hoped his mama knew he'd made it through the war 
For she had shed no salted tears when he marched off before - 
But mothers bury very deep such pain within their soul 
So only God could touch her there and try to make her whole. 

Now both were gone along with wisdoms they could gently share 
To help him lift conflicted pain no man should have to bear. 
He prayed that Father Dave back home in Dublin had been right - 
A man can speak with loved ones in the starlight of the night. 

The things of life one covets can be lost to history, 
Including soldiers buried by the war's ferocity. 
He cried out loud in anger at the God he once adored: 
"Why did You leave me all alone my precious, precious Lord? 

What grave offense did I commence before Your loving eyes?" 
Though God was silent in repose great clouds then cleared the skies 
And Billy's father softly spoke and made the two as one 
With words of wisdom's calming balm to heal his broken son. 

"The wisdom of this world are pearls wrapped snug in crystal rain 
Proclaiming life will never end but just begin again." 

Copyright © tom mcmurray

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Dad

In your frailty I felt your spirit touch
reaching from a quiet somber heart 
to give it's love 
unrestrained in peaceful gesture
as if to say that nothing mattered more
than having us together 
remembered here this special day
forever.

Copyright © Jeff Burris

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A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs

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Oh, Father

Tear me not from Thee apart,
And fill with love, this weakened heart.

Give me hope, I seek to see,
Give me courage to worship Thee.

I give myself in Thy mighty hands, 
Shield me in the desert sands.

Hide me from the devil's eyes,
Restrict my tongue from telling lies.

Purify my sinful soul,
Make me always bright and bold.

Encourage me to fight for Thee, 
Prepare me for my victory!


Copyright © Stenila Simon

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Orion

As I look upon the sky 
I see Orion the hunter in the sky
The stars of metal brightly shine
Once the hunter of a mighty nation.
Now just  a six star constellation.

Writing this poem years ago, 
that my father looked upon and spoke favorably so 
original tribute to Orion, I cannot find.
Here is my effort to recall what once spoke through my mind.

I am pursue those lines that came to me once true and tried
I will remember my Father's Pride.

Copyright © tulloch cloherty

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Always Have My Love

I close my eyes an see your face
It takes me back to a better time and place
You were still here and everything made sense
But now you’re gone and my heart is caught on that jagged fence
They say time heals but that’s just a lie
Because each day, week, year, another part of me dies
If I could have just one wish, one answered prayer
All I would wish for is to see you back here
I’m so lost and scared, a child lost and alone
When you took your last breath you didn’t go alone
My very core shriveled, my heart shattered to bits
Life as I knew it was now forever gone
In your eyes my strength did lie
When you passed that strength in me died
I lost my mind, I lost my way
It took years for me to find a broken path
Upon which I still remain
Today is your birthday 
Happy 78
Twenty three years you’ve been gone
But it feels like yesterday
I hope you are smiling down from way high above
And know without a doubt
You’ll always have my love

Copyright © Darla McGinnis

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Tribute to my Dad

broken bones
skinned knees
it was you

wondering where I am
was I okay
it was you

when I fell apart
from a broken heart
it was you

tasting my tears
facing my fears
it was you

sharing my pain 
from far away
it was you

happy in love
sharing my joy
it was you

weary and tired
from illness and pain
now it is me

holding your hand
in your last days
it is me

laying you to rest
saying farewell to the best
it is me

thanks Dad
I love you
I miss you

Copyright © TuLisha Blackshear

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Ode to my Father

Your a angry young man said a father to son
Came out from his lips
As he was forever giving tips
Still these words are what I remember about that frozen December
The wind was so bitter it cut me in half
But not half as much as my Father's remark
With Christmas upon us the season for giving
I sat in that cold and wondered why i was living
Why get out of bed , Why open my front door
If all i was living for was to settle a score
Valley's of excuses are an affront to the World
When your wrapped up so tightly in your own selfish World
I took you for granted like the sun in the sky
I always expected that glint in your eye
Now time has deceived us , Youv'e since been moved on 
and all i can think of is our time and this place
But I promise you this , 
Ill show you a face that will light up all Space
When i next see your face
Like a juicy raw onion on an old chopping plate
I didn't take the time to appreciate
That man so great
Thinking of you bring's a tear to my eye
Why "O" Why did you have to Die !

Copyright © Christopher Flaherty

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An Ode to Age

You longer blaze in the summer heat, 
You breeze in the autumn wind.

Does my change concern You as much?
***
By what means, 
do we clinch the elasticity of Your skin?

By what measures,
 do we clench the extensiveness of Your muscles?

To keep You warm,
To keep You here, 
To keep You.

Copyright © Jessica Goldstone

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FAITH IS STRONGER THAN RELIGION

What religion has created through the ages 
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One 
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!

Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!

The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!

Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always, 
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

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Ode to Anine

The angels smiled the day you were born ,
To your mother Janne and your father Shawn.
Everyone's dreams came true
And that Anine was because of you.

On the 23rd. of October you entered the world,
A momentous ocassion more priceless than gold.
Your ruby red cheeks , that cute little mouth,
That is really what life is about.

Those almond shaped eyes that cute button nose,
A combination of both parents I suppose.
You're truly a treasure and mummy's pearl
You're also daddy's adorable baby girl.
Big brother Henrik will protect you from harm
When he holds you tenderly in his arms.

Two loving hearts coming together
You really are birds of a feather.
You are the proof that true love reigns supreme,
By the timely arrival of this tiny human being.

Copyright © Althea Pierre Lee Look

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''Sacred Bond''

Complex mind,troubled soul,father I was here.To still in the dead of night.All you needed
was to make it right.Right with me?Now you are free.Father I was here.Take my past,you are
home at last.Father I was here.

Copyright © Kacey Greenlee

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My Guardian Angels

Part I
Oh Mother,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,

I promise I will do my bed,
I promise I will never lie,
Mother, not a tear I will make you shed,
I promise I will never let you cry,

You are all that I live for,
I will give you all you need and more,
Heaven is under your feet,
Your image is so sweet,

We may fuss and fight, but when you smile,
It makes the struggle worthwhile,
Mother, you are a soul made of perfection,
I am living due to your protection,
My entity is a reflection,
Of you, I want you to be proud of me, for I fear your rejection,

You are my earth,
You loved me for fourteen years, and nine months before birth,
I grew up in you,
I lived life with you,

Your heart shines down on me like the sun,
You cannot be compared to anyone,
You are a seraph,
I feel emotionally painful when I look at your photograph,

Oh Mother,
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay...

Part II
Oh Father
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay,

Your wise words dwell in my young soul,
Your presence makes me whole,
You make me laugh with all the clowning that you do, 
I miss you more and more everyday, you haven't got a clue,

An eternal life of bliss with you I am living in now,
I always come crawling back to you somehow,
You are always saving me from myself; you catch me when I fall,
Father, you are the only one who really knew me at all,

I can vividly remember,
One chilly night in December,
You held me close, and I felt your pure heart beat,
That icy bitterness within me you did defeat,

One day you shall open your beautiful big brown eyes,
And find that I have raised your name to the seventh sky,
I promise you Father, I will forever be your ally,
And make you so proud, you will want to cry,

Oh Father
Do not walk away,
I would do anything to make you stay…

Copyright © Maya Kaabour

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IF I COULD

If I could, I'd turn back the hands of time to capture every sweet memory and trap them in 
my mind.

I'd hold your hand a little tighter, talk to you more, and laugh until we cried.

Never miss a chance to be right by your side.

Yes, DAD there are so many things I'd do so differently now that I won't have the chance to 
try.

And as the winds of our time blow ever so sweetly in my ear; Everyday I find myself wishing 
you were still her

This is my  pain and I live with it as I should; to change it would be a blessing only IF I 
COULD...



Copyright © Martha Reeves

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My Father

My Father is astounding
  In so many way's
      And the nature
Is all about him
   From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
                -
May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
             - Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
          Or need,
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
     For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other

                     GF


Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR 
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011

Copyright © Gary Fields

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Ode to a father

Where were you 
when mom brought me home,
wrapped in a blanket and all alone?
Where were you
when I first learned to walk?
When I got my first tooth
or first learned to talk.
You missed my first birthday
and my first day of school,
when I first learned to read
or learned to swim in the pool.
You weren't there
to tell me things were alright,
to help me to pray
or to kiss me goodnight.
You didn't teach me
how to ride a bike,
and you didn't teach me
the wrongs from the right.
You weren't there
for my first broken heart,
or to tell me I needn't
be afraid of the dark.
You weren't there
to mee my date for the prom,
or to see me graduate
it was always just mom.
Now as I lay
these flowers at your stone,
I can't help but wonder
why you left me all alone.
The void that you left
is sometimes hard to bear,
and now it's too late,
because you aren't there.

Copyright © susie penrod

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The 6th Child


Woman, she is
A mother of five

Man, he is
A father of five

In a life
Of ups and 
Downs
They share- 

The four walls 
Of loneliness
The woven rug 
Of love

And in the throbbing shadows, 
Of fear and joy, they are waiting 
Eagerly, for me, to come out

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

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A letter to a son

Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it isn't a bad year at all-
if it weren't for your father.
Your father's back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders,
your little siblings are doing fine at school,
only Linda's becoming a problem.
You'll remember we wrote you-did you get our letter?
-you didn't answer-you see,since your father's back started,
we haven't been able to raise enough to send Linda to school,
she spends most of the time crying alone;
it's mainly because because of her that I'm writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last xmas,
then I thought maybe you were busy
and you'll make it at easter-
it was then your father nearly left us son,
then I thought I would come to see you soon before the cold season sets in-
you know how I hate that time of year-but then your father went down again
and this time,worse than any other time before.
We were begginng to think he would never see another sowing season.
I asked your sister Linda to write you,but your father wouldn't agree
-you know how stubborn he is when he has to lie in bed all day
or,gets one of those queer notions of his that everybody is deserting him!
Although we had to borrow a little from those who have it 
to treat your father,and you know how he hates borrowing!
     That's all I want to say.
     I do hope you would be with us soon.
     It's so long ago since we saw you last,
      -I hope this letter finds you still at the old address,
      the only address we know.

Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR

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A Painted Prose


Robin, 
like last leaf 
of autumn,

clings 
to a velvet 
rose.  Ah, 

such a lovely 
scene, from painted 
prose of God, 

the Unseen- 
of which thru his artwork 
reminded me of 

a child 
holding sweet mama, 
‘til he was being 

breezed away 
into manhood, by the thrilling 
wings of her olden days.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago