Father, I have left school as the smartest.
Are you proud of me?
I have conquered the known world.
Father, are you proud of me?
I have created kingdoms and religions where all bow to your surname.
I ask, Father, are you proud of me?
Mother says she is proud of the person I have become.
Yet I look to the stars: Father, are you proud of me?
I have sacrificed so many days and nights, now they are just memories I forget.
Father, are you proud of me?
Son i truly hope you know
How much you mean to me
I know at times I make it difficult
But somehow I hope you see
I don't mean to be so tough on you
For me emotions are hard to show
And I'm doing the best I can
To guide you as you grow
Life isn't an easy journey
We don't always know what to do
As you bear witness to my struggles
Know I want better for you
As my baby boy grows into a man
This is all I will ask of you
Have a heart gentler than mine
And take pride in every thing you do
And know that not a day goes by
That you don't fill my heart with joy
I pray you know how much I love you
And you will always be my baby boy
He Was a Child Once, Too
He was a child once, too—
before the dusk outgrew the dawn,
before his little hands knew
how much a heart could carry on.
A face once lived beyond his sight,
then slipped away from memory’s light;
and childhood, like a fading tune,
grew quiet beneath a borrowed moon.
He became a roof in someone’s rain,
a little warmth against their pain;
he gave his flame so others could see,
while darkness kept a place for him silently.
He wore the years like a borrowed coat,
kept every storm inside his throat;
and though the world saw strength in him,
I know the child still lives within.
To me, that man is not merely strong—
he is the real hero of my life.
I love you, Abu.
— Zehreen
You never were
that kind of father
So I could never be
that kind of son
You saw what you
wanted in others
But with us it was
all zero sum
I reacted to what
you were doing
And not to the bombast
you spread
As the rift ever widened
between us
Into canyons of anger
— and dread
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
My father was my Idol, Philosopher and Guide.
But he was a dominant person always to Control -
I had regular fight with him on inevitable Clash !
Imprisoned in childhood owing to daily Clash
Tired on conflict ! Developed personality yer he was Guide.
No way, I revolted to escape from his over -all Control !
I had to choose my own way getting rid of his Control
I had to struggle but I was just fed up on continued Clash.
Yet alll along I paid due respect to Dad as my Guide.
Dad was my Guide but I went out of his Control avoiding Clash !
You call yourself my father but you never even bother to call me your daughter.
I sat for a while thinking about you
I thought that maybe hes on the moon
“Mollee what did you do, to make him leave all of you?”
I realize that it was never my fault
Hes and adult
Why should I blame myself for him walking away, it’s not like i was old enough to tell him to stay
Thinking about him leaving used to hurt more then bleeding.
I'm 14 now and somehow I still don't know why you left
you just settled on theft.
Father
what does that really mean
never there for me never cared for me
I stood there all alone
Your child your daughter
no protection for me
you not only scared me
you left me with a scar on my face
no pitty no shame I faced the world
as I do now all alone
Does it hurt....yes
Do I care No can't miss what never had
Not uncommon, kids left to fend for themselves
all alone please care for them
Fathers today put it down
cherish your girls
So they will know what it really means to say
Father
We are never Woke!
Cool, catchy, hip
neat sounding expression
but deceptively misleading!
Best we can do is rest,
shelter at a pillar of Awakening….
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We choose our possessions --
Choose what possesses us --
The Devil, with his lures
of power and gem-my babbles --
Christ His promise of Soul
Liberation: ever higher expansion,
Awaking consciousness into spheres
of unimaginable cosmic spiritual
wealth – Christ, my heart lightener;
guide through shrouded corridors,
enraptured, trans-versing mystic chambers,
those sky-high mansions for initiate
flight. I become the Light-bearer! No captives in
Christ, only partners, who serve the Father,
totally dedicated to His Children's uplifting.
There are no dogmatic prisoners in
Christ. I follow Christ, who follows
God, joyful in a journey of unfolding
omnipotence. What Father wants
less for His Children than he has
For Himself? The Almighty, ever
present, ever loving, beneficent Great I Am!
From the womb it seems I birthed into a cocoon
Cant say I had known for sometime I was alive
Much learnt whilst unaware for almost four years
My memories say I'm one calendar says I'm five
Things that seemed important over sixty years ago
The latest shaped shoes or a top ten hit parade song
At fifteen peer pressure shaped how I would behave
Learning to discover where I would eventually belong
No manuals to assist a father raise three young children
Imparting to dependants the way I had been mentored
Dealing with an aggressive workplace, finances and self
At thirty overwhelmed, swearing in this poem is censored
A new century arrived grandfathering is such a blessing
Responsibilities of existence have largely been lightened
Now turned fifty still feeling some traces of distant youth
A positive outlook on life has recently become heightened
Having reached the age of seventy over eight years ago
As an alternative thinker there is a chance I am outcast
I am far removed from alignment with majority opinion
Rejecting thoughts postulating how much time I might last
Contest : Simple poetry
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Theme chosen; Memory
Written: 090326
It was a class about public speaking.
I stood at the podium and froze,
Completely FORGETTING what to say.
That's a MEMORY I wish I could FORGET.
I was not more than twelve years old when
A mean man viciously shot and killed my dog.
It's a MEMORY that I wish I could FORGET.
Loved ones and friends are gifts from God.
Some things were made for MEMORIES.
I will never FORGET such blessed gifts.
On the sports side of things, MEMORY is
A very pleasing commodity to have. When
I was 13, I scored 4 points in a basket ball
Game that turned our team around. We
Then won that game. A game that I will
Never FORGET.
Surely the ability to recall is a gift from God.
'FORGETTING' is sometimes a blessing also.
Even God made a promise of FORGETTING.
He promised to forgive and FORGET our sins.
This, without a doubt, I will never FORGET.
Father, please
Watch over me
When I sleep
At night
Because I have
A hard time falling
Asleep
Every single night
I used to go to bed
Late every night
Also, I wasn't getting enough
Sleep, my father
Also, I was waking up tired
Every single morning
I also felt like going back
To bed and sleeping in
During the morning
But father I never did that
Because I would not sleep
During the night
So I stay up during the day
Yawning also non stop
That was awful
That was happening to me
I must tell you, father
That I was also having a hard time
Staying awake during the day
I must change my bed scheduled
And go to sleep earlier every
Single night
So I can get a proper night's sleep
Every single night
I believe that will work well
For me my father
Also, I am not lying to you
My father
I am telling you also the truth
Father tomorrow will be anotherday
The day that I will welcome
Into my life
Also, I will wake up early
So that I can start my day early
Before him, my hands belonged to me—
ten fingers with no reason to be careful,
good for gripping steering wheels, counting money,
and reaching for whatever I wanted next.
Then a nurse folded eight pounds into my arms.
His whole hand closed around one finger,
too small to circle even half of it,
and somehow that unfinished little fist
held more of me than mine ever could.
I remember watching his little chest rise,
a heart-shaped birthmark moving with every breath,
counting each one without knowing I was counting,
afraid even air might mishandle him.
Those hands changed after that.
They learned alarm clocks before sunrise,
time clocks, grocery bags, medicine bottles,
how to stretch one paycheck past Friday,
how to check a fever without waking him.
They learned shoelaces. Bicycle seats.
And even how long to hold on before letting go.
Years later, those tiny fingers
filled the gloves of a United States Marine,
and I stood looking up at the same boy
I once was terrified of dropping.
Funny—
The first day I held my son,
I thought I was carrying him.
I didn't know
he was carrying me into manhood.
BEQUEATHED SHOES…
I’m walking in the shoes
Of my father’s father’s Father:-
I never had to tie them,
Though I had to bend down
To slip them on:-
I never wanted to take them off;
In them, my soul joyously walked.
Their soles walked me over hate–
Footprinting it with each loving step;
Leading me to the blessed waters
To wash feet in labors of love:-
May my children likewise walk
In the shoes of their father’s Father.
You chose my name,
And you chose my fate.
You are not here,
But every now and then, I still think of you.
Would you have been a good father?
Would you have taught your daughters?
I hear a song and think of you,
I see something go wrong and think of you.
In the end, I remember why you're not here:
You left, so why should I waste my time waiting for you?
You had your chance, but you walked away.
You didn't want the responsibilities.
You didn't want us.
So today, I choose to move forward without you.
He took all that was legally his to inherit
And never to lay claim on any deed again.
Yet, having spent all, now in lack and want,
Living in abject penury, he returned home;
He returned not as a son any more but.....
Positioning himself as a servant legally
speaking.
But grace located him and restored him;
Instead of shame and reproach he found;
Grace and the father's embrace saying..
Welcome home, this is your home both
now and forever.
(Written 6th December, 2015.)
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