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* My brilliant, hard-wroking, honest Dad ... my hero. *


“Thin, I think, that fabric between realities. Maybe minds aren't lost. Maybe they just slip through and find a different place to wander.”  - C.J. Tudor


I shan't yet my dear father find
          For age has robbed him of his mind
               He works at grasping from the air
     The careful tasks that are not there

One time his life was quite precise
          No straining Id no hooking vice
               Integrity worth brags and boasts
     Yet now he sits engaging ghosts

It's strange that I can I find it odd
          For never did he once applaud
               A deed or act that gave me pride
     (Oh true it crushed me deep inside)

I struggled so to reach the man
          While all our courses empty ran
               But as I begged to be his friend
     Too great the distance in the end

I'll never know this man you see
          Though few I love as dear as he
               For tho' his best was not enough
     He taught me love by being tough

So now his spark has up-and-gone
          This brilliant man I hoped upon
               No grace is his this sad goodbye
     No answer mine the question ... why?!?

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Writing Challenge 2, July 2019 - Melancholy" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 7/30/2019 9:14:00 PM
Greg, you penned a beautiful heart felt poem full of love, sadness, loss and grief. So sorry for this difficult time in your life. Hugs and blessings my friend.
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Date: 7/25/2019 4:51:00 PM
such a touching poem Greg, a very well merited first place:-) many congrats:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 7/25/2019 8:25:00 AM
I don't understand it...I thought I commented on this one...ditto to everyone else's comment. You know this one touched me ...and why. Love is expressed in various ways, some don't really understand it. (Love that is)
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Date: 7/25/2019 9:04:00 AM
I used one of your titles in my 20 titles poem, hope it's ok!
Date: 7/25/2019 7:11:00 AM
I arrived here because you were top of something or another, and glad I am that I did. My wife said, what' s the matter? I just said there is something in my eye.
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Date: 7/25/2019 6:32:00 AM
Greg, this touched me.
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Date: 7/24/2019 3:57:00 PM
Quite a tug on the heartstrings. Mixed emotions poetically presented. My dad disowned me over 25 years ago. Alas, when he's gone I'll only have childhood memories of him and me. But they were good times
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Date: 7/24/2019 12:26:00 PM
Greg, thank you for sharing your heart with us. A fav for me. ~Mark
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Date: 7/24/2019 8:46:00 AM
Congrats on your top win!
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Date: 7/23/2019 7:52:00 PM
Hi Gregory: Your poem deeply touched me on a personal level as I am going through the throes of hearing loss or hopefully not dementia.The demons of reality will catch us all but we should all leave some kind of legacy in any form so we won't be forgotten. A great poignant poem!
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Date: 7/23/2019 6:37:00 PM
It is a huge question. Why this happens to some and not to others. Why they have to suffer for so long, not even really realizing what is wrong. It's a terrible dilemma. I see you were using kind of an older style, doing inversions with your words! Anyway, the poem has a lot of heart and I enjoyed it very much.
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Date: 7/23/2019 3:00:00 PM
Beyond splendid piece, Bard. Sad, poignant, redeeming, love-centric, dear. No doubt his love for you was manifest as best he knew. Not all are poets. Bless. :o)
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Date: 7/23/2019 8:20:00 AM
So many parents, especially fathers think they need to be strict, where I imagine spare the rod spoil the child came from. I learned this way from my only parent, my mother. "He taught me love by being tough" beautifully expresses how we learn how to better express love to our own children because of yearning for that love as we grew up without it. I understood the depth of that kind of pain that shapes our life in giving love freely. A truly beautiful poignant Poetry gift.
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Date: 7/21/2019 10:50:00 AM
Gregory. I am speechless. You said it all. What measly words can I add? None! The pictures of your Father are truly dear. Unfortunately, our ends are far from kind. Panagiota
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Date: 7/21/2019 7:59:00 AM
Powerful, heart tugging pen Greg, hugs my friend. xomo <3
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Date: 7/21/2019 7:50:00 AM
This seems to be many a mans lament about his father...and women as well. I didn't get to know my own father until later in life and I had to make a big effort for it wouldn't have come from him. I love your poems honesty about such a tough experience...and yet love happened in spite of his distance. This is a another great poem Gregory.
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Date: 7/21/2019 7:19:00 AM
I truly love this deep and beautifully composed poem. Memory loss is a great curse and it destroys those precious memories that give us such great joy. This is heartfelt poetry born from a true poet's heart... A great fav and a shining gem as well...
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