Harry Horsman Poet Rispetto

One Day To Last Forever

Oh Lord I did not know the man
My Father a flash in the pan
Never in my life was it fate,
We both apart lived as strangers
My life empty stale no dangers
Yet without malice without hate,
Oh Lord I did not know the man
My Father a flash in the pan.

Let me clasp that day of respect
Tried to care explain his aspect,
Never in my life was it fate
Yet without malice without hate,
Oh Lord I did not know the man
My Father a flash in the pan.

© Harry J Horsman 2014

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Andrea Dietrich December 8, 2014 at 4:06 PM Harry, thanks for the visit today. Please let me know if I have missed any of your poems, but I am sure I have seen them all, and twice over!! Sure love when you post new ones.

Maurice Yvonne November 7, 2014 at 7:23 PM Wow, I love this Harry. A really great write. Congratulations on your win!

Andrea Dietrich November 6, 2014 at 10:12 PM Yours here I just LOVED and still do. BIG congrats for your win, harry.

Jan Allison November 6, 2014 at 12:09 PM I remember commenting on this the first time i read it - many congrats on your win:-) Hugs Jan xx

Connie Marcum Wong November 6, 2014 at 12:09 PM I can relate to your poem Harry, while sad it helped make you the wonderful person you are. Congratulations on your top placement with this awesome entry!

Brenda Meier-Hans November 6, 2014 at 10:44 AM Sorry to hear that Harry. I am glad you feel no hate so whoever raised you must of done a great job. Congratulations on your win.

Barbara Gorelick November 6, 2014 at 10:33 AM They say you can choose your friends, but not your family. This makes me sad for you, but it is a wonderful poem..Congrats. BG

Dr.Ram Mehta November 6, 2014 at 4:04 AM Thanks for the entry and congrats on the win, harry

Richard Lamoureux October 23, 2014 at 7:59 AM There are things worse than not knowing. I knew my father well! This is a powerful piece Harry. The shame in this case is that he didn't take the opportunity to know you, for if he had he would have been a better man.

Kelly Deschler October 15, 2014 at 12:22 AM I never knew my father, either, so I can understand these feelings. Sometimes, not having him in their life is much better for the child.... This was expressed in such a tender way. Very nicely done, Harry!

Andrea Dietrich October 12, 2014 at 7:47 PM wow, this is a very fine rispetto you have crafted about your father. Sad that you did not know him. Mine is still alive but I never go to know him because of his mental illness. I think this is a great example of the proper way to use the rispetto form!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl October 12, 2014 at 12:53 PM I feel the words behind this one harry xx

Monterey Sirak October 12, 2014 at 7:27 AM Growing up with an absent father is hard. Kudos to you for not becoming a victim to hard feelings. A powerful heartfelt write.

Sara Kendrick October 11, 2014 at 4:23 PM Interesting work..I can feel the pain of separation from a person who should have loved you..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Jack Horne October 11, 2014 at 2:53 PM very moving write, Harry, filled with sadness but tender understanding. Hope you're well and having a great weekend : )

Liam Mcdaid October 11, 2014 at 2:25 PM deeply touching very beautifully penned piece god bless

Bl Devnath October 11, 2014 at 12:45 PM I agree with our lovely friend Demetrios Trifiatis. The son is the father of the man, I read a poem in my childhood life. I have forgot the title of that poem and the name of the writer. It's true. Loved always, my lovely friend to make us remember again,bl

Eileen Manassian October 11, 2014 at 12:05 PM You write with depth of feeling, Harry. So much you have said in these lines...you leave the reader to wonder....A father is precious. I'm so grateful to still have mine...I love him no end. Hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis October 11, 2014 at 11:44 AM My father passed away when I was ten. A different way of missing him. I do not know what is worst but one thing I know I always carry him within! When a child loses his father GOD adapts that child, that is what I have realized! Loved your poem for has touched a chord in my heart, my friend, Harry!

Jan Allison October 11, 2014 at 11:16 AM A touching heartfelt write - I wonder how many children really do feel like this about an absent father. Hugs jan xxx