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Fifty-Three Shades Of Grey

in the uncoloured tint of another everyday amongst the spit polished waxed apples tightly packed in burlap bags they walked like minded in their own burly wrap oblivious to the irony to their similarity of the markets round red fruit unaware of the tragedy the horror of events yet to come it will rain metal shrapnel as human minds grasp with the purpose of their existence as in their ignorance they understand their worth as human bombs with a belief the heavens will open the gates with a fanfare and a promised blessing for their divine act of unquestioned belief the clay shaped bricks the black iron metal stairs the drum sound of engines then the lull not after but before before the pulse of the storm the rain of death yet this moment captured this photograph with man and child in hand smells sweet you wonder bemused why? the world travels aimlessly singularly no one nothing in the universe suggests exposes even a hint even a glimpse not a clue that would lead reveal an answer. life in its contradiction like the proverbial apple offers both the miracle the curse.
09/23/2014

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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Daddy

Daddy

Daddy, why did you go away?
Don't you know I wanted you to stay!

Daddy, when you left mom,
Don't you know you left me too?
Now all I do is cry and cry
--- I want to die!

Daddy, mommy say's it's better this way,
What does she know!
They're not enough band-aids to cover up the blues
Mom's kisses can't heal this kind of pain.

Daddy, I look around 
No one stands in your garage
Daddy, You took every tool
Except the hammer and sitting stool
Daddy, I still miss you 
--- I love you. 
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Dear Daddy, I'm all grown up now
Haven't seen you since I was 10

Daddy, I sit on your favorite chair,
No longer do I miss the way you caressed my hair.
Daddy, I'm taking the old hammer and this BRAND NEW saw,
It's time to patch all the holes mom punched in the wall 
*The day you walked out on us*
Daddy, don't worry about the times I tripped and fell
Mom found someone to fix  the loose boards,
Got tired of scraping my knees 

Daddy, I finally realized I'm okay,
I agree with mom, it's better this way.

by- Not every dad is great (but step-dad YES!)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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A Greener Grass

You think I have a pretty face My dresses weaved from frills and lace You think that I'm a spoilt brat with diamonds around my neck and roses in my bed You think I own the pot of gold A blissful future to behold You think I live on a greener grass but you know nothing No ,you know nothing about my past There are chapters still on hold A thousand words untold There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume and large waves that fall on the shore There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking Pushing ,embracing our God My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion Asking what,where,when,and how long For how long should I wait for to feel the affection, love and protection to listen to daddy singing for me just one birthday song For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy just calling out my name on the phone You think I have a pretty face My dresses weaved from frills and lace You think that I'm a spoilt brat with diamonds around my neck and roses in my bed You think I own the pot of gold A blissful future to behold You think I live on a greener grass but you know nothing No, you know nothing about my past You know nothing about the way I feel About deep scars that would never heal You just keep thinking that I live I live on a greener grass.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015


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Halloween's Headless Horseman

One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside

Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal

One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow
‘Twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow

Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized
(At this point my father’s eyes looked wild)

Thundering behind him through the forest
The hooves of a horse and a rider headless

Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod)

Not just we children but our mother too
Gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued

High winds cut off our electrical power
As in our kitchen three children cowered

Orange light from the pumpkin’s evil eyes
Showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized

The youngest, I felt something run through my hair
I screamed aloud in horror and despair

The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor
Darkness as I ran through the kitchen door

Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, “Trick or treat”

So if you think I am a drama queen
Please realize that it’s all in my genes



Happy Halloween!

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010


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Soldier

I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier. 

Copyright © Ed Coet | Year Posted 2007


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LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 

contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2013


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- Dear Dad -


I have learned to say thanks
... It's free
I can not remember that I sat on your lap when I was little
How delightful it is to have a child on my lap
I can not remember no one hugs
Today I hug you often
You feel discomfort
I have learned to be helpful
... It's free
I learned to tie my shoelaces
.... Where were you
I have learned to be kind
.... It's free
I learned to ride a bike
... Where were you
A sister and a brother
moved many miles from their childhood home
I went to school - I became an adult
.... Where were you
I got my own family
A home created along with my dear husband
... A beautiful child and grandchildren
... Where were you
I taught them to say thank you and share many warm hugs .... love
You need me now, to master your life
.... It's free
I am here for you
I say: "I love you, dear dad"
You say: "Its only fair .... it is your duty"
I give you a hug
... You give me no one back







05.01.2015
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 




Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015


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Our Christmas Eve Dinner

'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found! We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet. shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!” When from the next room we heard such a noise Jenny squealed, “Santa Claus must have brought toys!” We then heard a sound like a whimpering pup saying, “Help. I’ve fallen and cannot get up.” Grandpa jumped up and then rushed to the door that led to the bathroom. There on the floor lay our poor grandma, eyes widened in fear, looking like she’d got run over by reindeer! The dresser had fallen. It had her pinned down. Grandma was wildly flailing around. More swiftly than Rudolph, we did all we were able. We unpinned her. Then Mom yelled, “Back to the table!” Back to the dining room all we kids came As our mom started to call us by name. “Davy, Mel, Jenny, Angie, Marie. . . Get back here now. I’m counting to three!” Like animals not having eaten all day, stuck in a cage without getting their way, we sat at that table our bellies all growling, and Davy, the baby, by now was howling. And then finally what did appear? Dad with our grandpa and grandma so dear! Supported by both our grandpa and dad, Grandma was flushed and looking quite bad. She was dressed in a housecoat trimmed in white lace and a big purple bruise had now formed on her face. Mom pulled out a chair helping Grandma to sit, and then our dad bellowed, “OK, have at it!” Our mouths how they watered to see the large ham. “And that isn’t all,” said Mom, “I made lamb!” Her small pretty mouth was turned up in a grin, “The food’s getting cold now. Children, dig in.” Our dad how he laughed as he poured lots of gravy onto his potatoes and kidded with Davy. And Grandma sat smiling despite her great fall while Grandpa gulped spiked nog, not talking at all. With eyes that seemed bigger than my own belly, I dished out big spoonfuls of cranberry jelly. Mom winked and I knew I had nothing to dread. Her pleasure was in us all being well fed. I went straight to work at stuffing my face when suddenly Mom said, “We didn’t say grace!” We closed our eyes listening to our dad’s prayer. I peeked but was met by my mom’s warning stare! Dad finished the prayer with a hearty Amen. Then we were all grabbing Mom’s fixings again. When the food had all vanished and our stomachs hurt, we heard Dad exclaim, “So what’s for dessert?” For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012


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Turn The Page

Moments are faded ink written in the journal of my past.
As they fade away, the future comes on too fast.
I look back, it is luxury as I opened my mental cage,
Releasing the love, the disappointment, the silliness and rage.

I'm reflected in a photograph, thirty years my younger me,
There I was smiling sitting toddler proud on my daddy's knee.

Turn the page.

The girls were all in pink dresses, the men in suits and ties,
We stood in front of the church the day us kids got baptized.

Turn the page.

A dozen eggs with an Easter celebration, our up north vacation,
Winning an award from the radio station, the high school graduation.

Turn the page.

The album ends at nineteen, fourteen years today.
My daddy took his own life, in a horrible ugly way.
All I have are the time touched photos and memories that fade.
My life is full of life now, but the pain festers in the shade.
As time it passes, understanding comes to me with age,
It's okay to feel, okay to deal, but know when to turn the page.

Writing my journal, one day at a time, 
The past is the past, and the memories are mine.
Turning the page, the world is now my stage.


March 20, 2015

Suicide is a very ugly thing. It ends the pain for the doer, but the ripples in the water it causes reaches out farther can can be imagined. We all have issues, and there is always help. Never be afraid to ask for help, to ask for advice, or to ask for a hug. Pages keep turning and there may be a better chapter ahead. Love is in every drop of ink but sometimes it is hard to see in the blackness. Know it is there. Hugsxx

Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2015


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EMPTY CHAIR 2015

This year we will remember Happier times in past months of December This year we will certainly see A massive void where you used to be This year we will sit and stare At that forlorn and empty chair This year we will sit and reminisce You are not here for us to hug and kiss This year we will definitely see No gift for you under the Christmas tree This year we will shed a tear For dad as you are no longer here This year we will raise a toast To our dad who we loved the most This year will be so difficult for us all It was the year the Lord did my father call 01~07~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Daddy's poem

Daddy's poem
Just a few words, for my two little girls,
more precious to me than diamonds and pearls.
When times are hard and its difficult to smile,
Its you that lifts me up and makes life worthwhile.
I still remember the days you were born,
as I held you, my love was torn.
Those little brown eyes staring at me,
I wanted to hold you for eternity.
When life hurts and your in shock,
Remember your daddy, will always be your rock.
As days go by and you grow older,
I know one day, will be so much colder.
When you finally leave your daddy behind,
to start your new life of a different kind...
My little girl, please never fear,
for daddy will always be here. 
In darkness to wipe away that tear,
And to help life become a little clear...
Without my little girls, what would I do,
For every breath I take, is only for you...
Daddy.

16 June 2014

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015


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I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013


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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 | Year Posted 2013


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Don't Grow Old, Daddy

How could you get old, Daddy?
That's not supposed to happen
I'm your little girl
I can't see the stooped shoulders
I can't see the ravages of time, Daddy
Please don't get old

You were larger than life to me
Your word was gospel truth
I'd sit on your lap and fall to sleep
Knowing I was safe and sound
I'd play with your hair
and hear you sing
With that rich mellow voice
You were my comfort and strength, Daddy
Don't get old
Please!

I saw you take care of Mom
All those many  years
Bathing
Changing
Brushing her hair
Cooking for us kids
Daddy...
It was so hard to see her go from bad to worse
I knew she was going to die
You were the love birds...
Why did she have to die?
It's been fifteen years, Daddy

I've already lost one parent....
I can't even begin to think....
No, don't get old, Daddy
Don't....leave me
I love you!!!
I understood the love of God
Because of your love, Daddy

Please, don't get old

Eileen Manassian

My dad is visiting me from Cyprus. Ever time he comes to visit, I see a change in him. He'll turn 79 on March 12. he is in great health, but...I can't bear the thought of a time when....I can't bear the thought. May God keep him for me for longer....My father is an educator and pastor. He has his doctorate degree in Education and his MA in theology. He is my rock. I adore the man. He also is an author, and Yes, he writes poetry. Maybe later I'll post a poem he wrote about my birth! :)

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015


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From a Hospital Bed

 FROM A HOSPITAL BED
Wordancer

Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head, 
I must not disturb the others in the beds
In this hospital ward where not much is said
For fear of making a fuss.

It’s not much fun with nothing to do 
Can’t even get up to go to the Loo
The doctors come, and ask, ‘How are you?’
It’s hard to tell them which is worse 

Visiting hours and here’s Dad and Mum
Who immediately asks me why I’m so glum.
I tell them, ‘The others had ice-cream, but I got none,
And, if it was you Dad; you’d curse!’

Patting my hand, Mum says, ‘It’s all right,’
And Dad says, ‘You might get some tonight,
Cos you’re looking better, you’re not so white, 
I’ll go over and ask that nurse.’

Back he comes grinning down the ward,
And sits back in the chair without a word,
To Mum he whispers so he can’t be heard
Then his eyes meet mine, his lips are pursed. 

The doors swing open; a nurse comes through,
Carrying a tray and says, ‘This is for you,
You can have some now you are healing like new,
To Mum, Dad says, ‘We’ll cancel the hearse!’

I’ve broken no bones, the x-rays prove, 
But there’ll be a scar and a slight groove
Left from the fencepost that failed to move
When I fell on it, off my horse

With an arm in a sling and one foot on the ground,
The other in plaster and my head bandaged round,
I’m going home soon, and my horse has been found
Across the river, but he’s none the worst.

It’s easy to laugh with no aching head
And it doesn’t disturb the others in beds
‘There is no need to fear,’ as everyone says,
‘Just ring the bell for the nurse!’ 

Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012


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My Favorite Devonshire

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Copyright © Usual Suspect | Year Posted 2012


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GOODBYE DAD

Dad I know you would understand We weren’t there at the last to hold your hand We had already said our last goodbye You are now with the angels in the sky Tribute to my lovely dad who passed away peacefully last night at 7.55pm RIP Dad we will miss you Jan xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 21st February 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015


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Dancing With Daddy

If I could change one thing from the past,
This is what it would be,
There would be dancing at my wedding reception,
And we'd dance, my daddy and me.

The song that would play, "Cinderella",
About a girl who danced with her dad.
In daddy's arms he would whirl me and twirl me about,
Making my heart both happy and sad.

Happy for the joy of being his princess,
Knowing the depth of his love for me.
Sad because his little girl was a woman now,
All grown up and about to leave.

I'll never experience that dance with my dad,
The years have flown by and he's gone.
But sometimes I close my eyes and I dream,
I'm in daddy's arms whirling on.


7/16/13
Entered in Silent One's Moods contest
Write Me Sad 

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013


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Riding Horses with Dad

I weave through the rocks of a rough winding trail
Up through the boulders and sage
Following a ridge to the top of the hill
I'm a young girl, who's coming of age

I am sitting astride a strawberry roan
My Dad rides ahead in the haze
Climbing the crest, they're sure-footed, and know
a place to take rest, where the horses will graze

The clouds pass over, like ships setting sail
Casting shadows on the valleys below
The sky wears a palette of rose colored, pale
Our pace resumes, quiet and slow

Our voices are silent,  all our words have been said
Just a whisper of bird wings, and a wisp of the chill
Our thoughts take our eyes, to a sun, scarlet red
Where it soon disappears, far over the hill

My Dad goes ahead, and has taken the lead
Lost in a mist, our eyes try to see
My mare tries to follow, and everything blurs
We continue our climb,  to reach forest timber
Are those voices we hear, or birds in the air?

Up he goes on the trail, on his faithful old steed, a dream, fading into the clouds..
He is smiling, my Dad,.. on his red sorrel mare

         .......while I stay behind to remember







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6/19/2009












Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009


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The Mirror Of Time

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this 
reality behind, far behind I stepped into the magic mirror and there I was back in 1959.  It 
was the same month, November.  I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had 
been then.  Mom looked so young and beautiful and said, "The school bus will be here in a 
few minutes."  I looked at the calendar and saw that it was November 25th, the day before 
Thanksgiving.  I said, "But mom, I haven't been in school in forty years."  I got this strange 
look from her but she didn't say anything.  Walking toward the door I caught a reflection of 
myself in the hall mirror.  I was so young.  My hand immediately went to my face and I 
stopped and stared at myself for a few minutes. I said, "Mom, can I stay home and be with 
you today?"  Again I got that strange look from her, then she smiled and said, "Sure, it's 
your last day before Thanksgiving anyway, why not?"  She and I sit down and talked for 
hours.  Then I said, "Do you mind if we go next door and visit with Maw Maw and Paw Paw?  
I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly!"  Again another strange look 
from mom. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959.  I wept and 
they all looked at me so strangely.  I hugged them and kissed them all and we talked for 
hours.  Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. "Dad why did 
you have to leave us in June?"  Again I got strange looks from everyone.  My tears were 
falling.  I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. "I've 
missed you both for so long." Strange looks again!  They didn't understand because to them, 
it was just another day in 1959.  The day grew late and I knew my time was soon ending.  I 
got near the magic mirror and mom and dad were standing there so young and healthy. I 
said, "Mom I'll see you on the other side of the mirror, but dad, I'll see you another time, 
another place."  They didn't understand.  I stepped back through and my reflection was as it 
had been before.  Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.  I said, "Mom, do you remember 
the day before Thanksgiving, 1959, when I stayed home from school and we spent the day 
together?"  She said, "Yes, it was so strange that you could never remember anything about 
it.  It was as though you had amnesia.

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2009


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Fallen

You yearned for a son, but could not live up to responsibilities No good advice, just broken promises Abandoned - when I needed you most then died without saying goodbye FALLEN IN 25-30 WORDS - Poetry Contest by Nette Onclaud The Silent One 1 December 2015 The poem is about my father Word count: 29

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015


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Half a heart Pendant

As the music played, daddy and daughter danced.
Tomorrow his little girl would be going away
to chase her dreams - live a life of adventure.
He placed a half heart pendant upon her neck,
told her he loved her and would miss her every day.
With tears in his eyes he waved her goodbye..

His daughter wiped his tears away.
"Remember me with smiles, daddy,
for when two hearts are connected
there is no such thing as goodbye.
We will dance again," she told him

As she travelled upon the mysterious ocean
one fateful night her ship was hit by a storm.
Torrential rain and powerful winds raged
until the ship sank deep into the sea.

On that same night her daddy had a heart attack.
When two hearts are connected each one feels pain.
As he read about the tragic news about no survivors
he wanted to rip his heart out - he had no use for it now.
Even though he was breathing, he had died inside,
lost in a dark abyss of anguish sorrow and pain,
slipping deeper and deeper into depression.
All he had was the other half of her pendant to cherish.

A young girl wakes up from her slumber in hospital
as the doctor informs her she was found on a beach,
but, she struggles to remember anything - amnesia!
Around her neck a pendant reads: daddy's girl.
Although her mind has no recollection - her heart beats faster.
Her soul tries to connect with her nerve system - to remember

Sitting there heartbroken, motionless - but heart beating,
a newsflash about a girl suffering memory loss captures his attention.
To his shock his daughter is on TV with the pendant in her hands.
When two hearts connect, our soul will move heaven and earth
so that two hearts are reunited, especially those bonded by blood. 

8 January 2016
Half Heart contest by Catie Lindsey

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016


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BY DEFAULT

We stepped out of the car, my father and I,
on that shattering day, under a dark springtime sky
Like the end of the world,  the whole world was gray
while the dawn, took our hope, sucking all the air away

For, even my tears, had nowhere to land 
Frozen thick in my throat, like the dry desert sand 
If just one would escape, how could they stop?   ...no shoulder, ...no dam? 


My Dad was in shock, as he stood  by the gate, 
         a glaze in his eyes, ......    and a million years old

My feet froze in place, my knees shivered cold
but without hesitation, I grabbed hold of his hand

I took him inside, and with deliberate intrusion
I fed him some soup, and put him to bed
He was the child, and I the adult
Day after day, somehow by default
our roles were reversed, ...and I became strong
My childhood had ended,.....and his had begun



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4/23/15 
Submitted and Inspired by the contest "The True Meaning of being an Adult"
Sponsor: FJ Thomas

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015


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12,045 Days ......(and counting)

My affirmation deceitfully severed
forever robbed by selfishness
Left to tackle life alone 
Tumbling in the wake of my dad's mess

He left when I was three 
The crevasse has increased for 33 years
Traded his life with us 
For another woman and a couple of beers

He wasn't there to pick me up
When I fell off of my bike 
To teach me how to fish 
Or enjoy a nature hike

Now I'm a father to my son 
Hoping not to make the same mistake
Living day to day on this lake of life
My son in tow through my own wake

It's been nine years and we're going strong 
Six more years with my son
That's more with him than I had with mine 
My son I guard in a web I've spun

A web of love, discipline, and nurture
Full of "I love you's" and "see ya in the morning"
A kiss before school and one before bed
Lots of playing, talking, reading, and singing

My son doesn't know the pain I feel 
To not know my dad in intimate ways
No hands to comfort me or words to heal
No dad in sight for 12,045 days.............................(and counting) 






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My son and I have a great relationship and for this I am thankful......

Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009


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Just one more day Father

Just one more day You left without speaking a single word being angry for years was simply absurd If things were different and you didn't go would you still be the man I used to know My father - dying from an evil severe illness All was forgiven as you lay in gentle stillness What would you say if we met today would it take the heartbreak away Maybe you would have a chance to explain why so stubborn you wished to remain What did I ever do to cause you so much pain? What did I ever do to cause you so much strain? I'm sure it was not just about sharing your name I was your first son - never did I cause it shame Would you tell me that you are proud that your son didn't follow the crowd Maybe we could sit there and talk for a while tell me about life and what makes you smile Talk about what made you sad - even about your dad nobody really understood you and that made you bad Open to me, so I can finally understand your rage time to create a new chapter - write a new page The sands of time never look back into the past time to let go of those ghosts that seem to last 12 December 2015 Just one more day contest by Laura Loo

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015