Moon River

I waited long that day in June
when you said you’d be back by noon,
but more hours passed... so tense and slow
and why she cried I didn’t know.
“Don’t worry mum, he’ll be home soon”

The wireless aired your fav'rite tune
about the river and the moon;
my silent tears began to flow.
I waited long…

…that night in June, on desert’s dune
your love for me lay torn and strewn.
Without a word you chose to go
and not return to see me grow,
yet still I yearned your safe cocoon…
...I waited long.





** I was four years old when my dad left. Forty years on I can still remember that day
like it was yesterday. He didn't make any contact until 20 years later... too little, too
late. He passed away a few years ago, but I couldn't bring myself to attend his funeral.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Bloomsfield Avatar
July 19, 2010 at 9:39 AM
I'm so sorry Sharon,Here is a hug dear friend,made me shed a tear. .Hugs..C.C
K. Avatar
July 10, 2010 at 3:02 AM
oh wow, Sharon-- I sure missed this very moving write of yours-- this is really sad and touching-- you sure captured that emotion really well-- I couldn't help but hope that he'd be back... Your father sure missed out on you, that's such a shame that he waited so long to contact you-- and too late indeed-- I'm just glad for you though that your mom seemed to raise you up really well without your father... hugs to you! --nikko :)
Goff Avatar
June 25, 2010 at 1:45 PM
Sharon.....earth-moving poem.....jimbo
Strand Avatar
June 20, 2010 at 11:50 PM
Full of emotion Sharon ,a sad story.Rgds Brian
Culverhouse Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 8:05 PM
great thoughts put on paper, so sad...hope you can forgive and let yourself just live.
Dietrich Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 1:02 PM
oh, what a sad story behind this poem. ONe more thing we have in common. My dad was shizophrenic and my mom was forced to leave him when I was FOUR. he was never really in my life. My mom says he was never the same after the Korean war. This is beautiful, which of course goes without saying, when the rondeau is in the "right hands." Luv, Andrea
Galua Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 6:13 AM
my heat grief with you...what a sad poem yet so beautiful...make me tear...
Fraser Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 5:53 AM
A poem of which I can relate to. My mother left my father and my brother and me when I was 5 or 6. She is now poorly, and I have no intention of seeing her. We all make decisions in life, I have made mine like she made hers >> James
Mehta Avatar
June 19, 2010 at 3:43 AM
A fine tribute to a father.
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