A Wannabe Dream

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It was Christmas day nineteen eighty-five when my sister took a photo of my dad and me. We were both smiling with my arms draped over his shoulder... a wannabe dream. With his arms stiffly crossed, the tension was palpable, that was the first and only time I ever embraced my father; and it was all a facade... a wannabe dream. We both appear stiff and uncomfortable participating in this posed lie. Standing by the family Christmas tree, we're smiling, as if he wasn't dysfunctional all my life; but instead, was a loving father, and not the soldier who demeaned and beat me... a wannabe dream. I sometimes stare at that photograph wishing it was real, for it was the first time I felt anything other than fear while in his presence, even if he was just pretending... a wannabe dream. (Verse) 09,23,2019

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Constance La France

Date: 10/3/2019 5:20:00 PM

Emile congratulations on your win in my challenge with this emotional write and what a great photo !

Emile Pinet
Date: 10/4/2019 9:04:00 AM

Thanks Constance, I appreciate the placement and your support my friend, Emile.

Jeanne Mcgee

Date: 10/3/2019 2:27:00 PM

I wish it was real for you....keep the dream. Your words really touched me. Congrats on your top win.

Emile Pinet
Date: 10/4/2019 9:04:00 AM

Thanks Jeanne, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 10/3/2019 9:54:00 AM

This is a very well written and "deep" poem that I can empathize and sympathize with. It is so sad when there is a fear of a parent, but I'm glad for your winning entry. God bless you with many joyful memories

Emile Pinet
Date: 10/3/2019 10:17:00 AM

Thanks Regina, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Juliet Ligon

Date: 10/2/2019 4:29:00 PM

Wow, so powerfully written. There is such a sad reality contrasted by that dream. Poetic hugs, Juliet.

Emile Pinet
Date: 10/3/2019 9:47:00 AM

Thanks Juliet, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

John Hamilton

Date: 9/25/2019 3:45:00 PM

I relate so much, I think they were all cold and loveless that second world war generation, so many children scarred emotionally...well at least we have poetry to release the pain somewhat!

Emile Pinet
Date: 9/26/2019 7:39:00 AM

Thanks John, I appreciate your supportive comments my friend, Emile.