Andrew Fairchild Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 30 'snow Falls Upon My Father's Distant Grave'

Snow falls upon my father’s distant grave.
The disconcerting thing is, I can see it!
He neither was a humble man, nor brave,
Yet all his good – I would, that I could be it!
His arm, in every picture, round a friend,
Upon his lap, in others, babe or child!
Was ‘overwhelmed’, when he came near his End,
But, ‘kind of philosophical’ and mild.
He knew his time was up, so he hugged me,
Forgave me for my words, which was a feat!
And I forgave him, too!  Wide as a sea
Was his forgiveness and words kind with heat
They burned my ears, and yet, they soothed my heart,
And made me know, of his, I was a part.

2/18/2019

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Nette Onclaud February 18, 2019 at 3:01 PM ohh, beautiful!... i am reminded of my dad, andrew... huggs Andrew Fairchild February 20, 2019 at 5:46 AM That's the best compliment -- that it reminded you of someone you love! Thank You

Andrea Dietrich February 18, 2019 at 2:01 PM wow, you know how to write a sonnet, Andrew. your meter is really good and I don't see that a lot when people write sonnets. The message is very touching. My dad is perhaps close to death at this moment, but he lives far away and I never had a bond with him. None of my sisters do either, so we are feeling strange, not knowing what to do. We don't have the money to travel to see him and travel back again if he dies (for the funeral). So nice for you that you had this bond with your dad. Andrew Fairchild February 18, 2019 at 2:11 PM I am so sorry about your dad, and I imagine it would be greatly difficult to know what to do. The Chinese stand or kneel in the door of the house where someone has passed and say what they would have said perhaps this would help.

W.A. Cholt February 18, 2019 at 12:07 PM A poem that touches the soul deeply. Tender, loving, personal. Anyone who has lost Mother or Father can relate to these powerful sentiments, feelings and emotions. Very well done. Andrew Fairchild February 18, 2019 at 1:51 PM I am honored and pleased that you feel reached by the poem. Thank you for your kind words.

P.S. Awtry February 18, 2019 at 11:47 AM You made me cry... Your work is somehow both deeply personal and relatable. I once realized that God had not searched through our experience and settled on father as a metaphor for Himself. Instead He created fatherhood with the metaphor in mind. So your poem speaks to me of God himself as well as my own dear dad. Beautiful poem. Andrew Fairchild February 18, 2019 at 1:51 PM Aw, thanks! That's the highest compliment of all! Really truly.

Sara Kendrick February 18, 2019 at 9:17 AM Creative work. It is hard to give up parents for they have been part of our lives all our lives. Sara Andrew Fairchild February 18, 2019 at 11:07 AM Thanks! It was hard to give him up. Then, finally, after eight years, it was 'OK' that he was gone. Not good, but, bearable.