David Smalling Poet Free verse

The Separation

Father died when was a child, only thirteen
And I abandoned that house, though death had not found him there.
I should go back there sometimes
Sit by the old window again
And look out into the hard unmoving mountain
He never told me why that direction was so attractive
And I was too spellbound with his recollections to ask him
Did he even see them?
How could he, so deep in each reflection?

And if sombody saw that old rocker will they know
How to a child that god looked down below
And I was more than mortal then
Measuring his steps with mine
Following where his voice bid me travel
Parting ther curtains of his time,
And that rocker in its place, to and fro, to and fro
Was always moving but would not go

They have no taste, no tolerance for old things these days
And probably the house is long pulled down
Something about history frightens the young
Something too desolate for me to see
Since I must own it now, its indirect legacy
Yet, why have I not gone there yet, why
Is the graves, the hollow memories, is it fear
I may look into the mountain and behold there
What a wise man must never wish to understand?

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Diane Christian June 11, 2012 at 4:24 AM aww a nice poem but sad, aww my dad is passed over too, my mother elft home when iw as about 11 years old, and pain of sepration is sad in any situation, I sometimes think maybe i should go up north to ym dads grave but i know if i do i would be gutted and he would not want to see me breaking my heart he would want me to be happy remebring him how he was, if that makes sence, we will see our loved ones again, take care God bless from diane