Michael J. Falotico Poet Rhyme

"a Dark Day In Summer"

The darkest time for me would be loosing my Dad...
That day chills me forever as my heart is still sad...
A summer day like every other, but didn't see the
horror I would discover...
I walked into my parents house to help my Dad
carry some boxes from the porch...
And there he lay on the floor cold, as my
soul was like a blown out torch...
I quickly called for help and knew the next phone
calls would change my families lives...
To this day its still hard to call my Mom at work,
not knowing if my voice brings back her cries...
We all became closer as the family pulled together
as one and I am forever proud 
for I will always be his Son....


My Darkest Hour...contest by Ryland Matthews
Dedicated to my Family...written by Michael J. Falotico

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Debbie Duncan November 21, 2010 at 12:44 PM " WOW " very good,, I love reading what I can feel,, both my parents are passed,, So I could feel your words............ thank you ;}

T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet November 17, 2010 at 1:23 PM Oh sweetie my heart hurts for your loss.I know your pain when I lost my mom my life stopped for awhile and it'll never be the same.Thanks for the kind comment.Teresa

Rick Rucker November 17, 2010 at 4:47 AM Michael; I can identify, my wife died a few months ago. Hers wasn't as unexpected as your father's death, of course, still the hurt remains. Thanks for your kind comments.

Debra Eckstein November 15, 2010 at 4:45 PM Michael this poem is very close to my heart I still have my dad but lost my mom when I was 18. I hope you and your family stay very close very special write and thanks for the nice comments. luv debra eckstein

Doris Culverhouse November 15, 2010 at 4:10 PM Sad thoughts.... that is a scary feeling finding someone dead.

Sharon Ruebel November 15, 2010 at 3:41 PM Hello Michael, Darkest hour indeed..You are a wonderful son and this message as sad as it is expressed such love of family. Thank you for this, it is life and its deepest devotion. As Always, Shar

James Fraser November 14, 2010 at 1:03 PM A sad and tragic moment for you Michael. The same thing happened to my brother in law. No one can comprehend what goes through ones mind in that position. Good luck in Ryland's contest >> James :)

Wilma Neels November 14, 2010 at 12:57 PM Love the ending Michael so true, you will always be his son. And in God's perfect plan he orchestrated things so you would find your dad. Beautiful write, cant help but feel that your dad is smiling whenever he look at the man you've become.. Good luck with this heartfelt write *hugs* Wilma

Linda-Marie Sweetheart November 14, 2010 at 6:56 AM How very sensitive and emotional Michael.. good luck in Ryland's first contest.. I still need to tackle this one luv... very poignant lines of luv still for Dad.. I lost mine too.. the backbones of the family ..luv... sorry for your empty space ...J.G.

Sara Kendrick November 14, 2010 at 4:27 AM I know that was a hard time for you..That would be traumatic for most to find a parent like that..I am glad that you wrote about it and shared it with us..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..I enjoyed reading your comments on my work..Sara

Akunna Olomi November 13, 2010 at 12:41 PM Thank you, Micheal, for those words coming from a bleeding heart. They actually brought me back to memory lane when I lost my dad in death. One area I appreciate the most in your poetry is the after-effect to the bereaved family. How the death of a loved one pulls family members closer to each other! Let us always be our fathers' children. Nice one.

Carolyn Devonshire November 13, 2010 at 10:27 AM How sad to find you father this way, Michael. The emotion really flows through your pen! Perhaps you can take some comfort in the fact that he died so suddenly and didn't have to suffer. I find that to be of consolation in my parents' deaths. They went quickly, without warning or prolonged pain. Outstanding poem. Wishing you success in the contest. Love, Carolyn