I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here
I can’t get back in control of my emotions
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy
I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help
Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013
To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice
The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content
With the debauched path she hath went.
Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon
I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu
You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed
She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat
Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse
But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.
Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013
Even after sixteen years
still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
known only as the date, God took my dad
1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
Allan Thomas Holmes
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
"Daddy" the way I call my father
The man who loves my mother
The man who gave life to me
And the man who will risks his life to protect his family.
He's not showy about his feelings
But I know he loves us unconditionally
He gets angry when his siblings were hurt
And he makes us laugh the way he dances and tells us jokes
Now..he left us already
His silly jokes,crazy dance moves now were gone
Coz he went to a far away land
In a place where hurt and sorrow has no place in man
I miss my daddy a lot
His crazy dance moves
And his being father to us
I miss everything about him!
I know God has a plan
And I give everything into His merciful hand
Pls.take care ofmy daddy in heaven
Coz someday we'll see him again
And continue the sing and dance with him again...
Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013
I love my Dad
although he's dead.
That matters not.
He's in my head.
The things he said.
I seemed to grab
his full attention.
From the moment
I almost died,
along with mother,
while still inside.
Could it be
because of me
being such a
We share so many
Was it just fate?
I feel him with me.
Leading me on.
To be the best
that I can be.
Not held back.
I am so blessed
to come from you.
Thank you Dad.
I love you too.x
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2015
No more new toys for you
No more bread at breakfast
No more noisy shoes on Christmas
And no more having more
Did i kill dad?
Why then the corporal punishments?
Because dad lost the job
Dad lost the breath
Dad lost the plan
Dad lost you
Dad is no more
Why punish me not the job?
Dad got money from there
Can i go and get it?
Not now but one day you will
What about you?
I will go but i have to first make you know
That i am not Dad because he took off
Now he is sleeping
We have to spend less
Work a lot
Why don't you awake him?
He is dead!
What does that mean?
It means close your eyes
Sleep in a big box
People dig a whole hide you there
And you disappear forever
Wow that sounds fun mum can i join the game?
Its no game, its painful game of loss!
Mum, you cry when i climb trees
When dad wants to go with me you scream
But dad always makes cool choices
You don't understand son,
Your father has played the superman game
The monster broke his neck
And now he is lifeless like your toys
All the people that came here were on your Dad's funeral
Your father is dead
You are now an orphan, son!
Mum, dad is in the game
I know dad he will rise again
Kick the monster, break its neck and throw it in fire
Like what he used to about Jesus
And you will know he is not like my toys
I know son
Right now you cant understand but later you will
I know mum
Right now you cant understand but later you will
In memory of my late father who passed on in 1993 while i was a little boy
Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2013
On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended
with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator.
Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate,
became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard.
…And there, on blue silk, a new born star,
unexciting at first but it grew stronger by
the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer
than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with
pride especially around Christmas.
The moment a new star is born an old star
lights up, like northern light, for so to fall
into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old
friend Clive Dunn again.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012
It was a beautiful day
A day of celebration, a day of thrill
It was the day of my sister’s 18th birthday
The most waited day of a girl to be a lady
and I? I was a girl that time and all I have to do is to
Observe and cooperate
And it was our most anticipated moment
To witness that celebration
and to witness our dear father
as the first dance of my sister
who was missing us for many years
because of separation.
Yet we didn’t know that, that would be the
first and very last day of the year that we’ll see him
His body was so thin
His face looks sickly and heartbreaking
He looks so different
But he remained calm and at ease
Michael Gan the first rose,
He stands and overwhelmingly danced for my sister
They turned and sway
They dance like it was the last
He was overjoyed
Filled with different emotions
Happy, touched, sad, missing us, and regretting
His heart jumped over him
He tries to catch his breath touching his own chest
We hasten him to the nearest sickbay
To salvage his life
His precious life, my father
Battling from death, loses his fight
His eyes wide open, no air
No movements, no smile because...
It was his last dance
Copyright © Ana Mae Gan | Year Posted 2013
by Gilbert Mapengo Mwanguku
Why so soon Pa?
I thought you should have been patient
Without being a patient on the hospital bed
You could have waited for a little while
To see me grow the seeds you bestowed in me
And let them glow to the world all over
But you hurried in a twist of events
Making events twist events of the future
You left our souls torn asunder
As you surrendered to the black thunder under
Whether it meant to be a starter of new life somewhere
None of us knew how to renew your life here
Like a thorn deep in flesh it endlessly pains
They are now calling us cowards
The award of your departure driving us backwards
Misery oozing out from these ruptured veins
You were a hero our pillow
In you we were relieved of our sorrows
We mourn you every morning
So as you eternally rest
Let there be peace in your nest
Copyright © Gilbert Mapengo-Mwanguku | Year Posted 2013
I would answer by saying that it is the absence of your fathers earthshaking glance at the dawn of an unpredictable night. I would answer by saying that it is the acknowledgment of the neglected truth, that life is nothing but a series of scenes in an indisposed screenplay. And that death is the anticipated protagonist, a patient gift disgustingly disguised underneath the smiles of all that which we think brings us happiness.
Copyright © Jeffrey Feghaly | Year Posted 2015
She sits alone in darkened room
Listening as the wind shakes the thatch,
Peat fire reek hangs in the air
As candle glow reflects in her eyes,
In her arms wrapped in a shawl,
Her bairn sleeps innocent with a smile.
She sings to him sweet and low .
Mmmmmmmmmmm ochone,ochone my little one,
Sleep deep, sleep sound my darling son,
Beneath the stars, dream for me,
Your daddy is lost on some foreign land
So little fingers grasp my hand,
You have his hair, golden brown
With waves and curls hanging down
Features fair and handsome too
Smiles in his sleep just like you.
I loved him so much as i love you
He would have been proud baby boy,
To watch you grow and reach for the sky.
He left to defend his country fair
It was hard to leave, left his heart sair,
To fight in foreign fields and woods
And there he lies, alone in the cold.
When you grow remember him,
Ill tell you all that you should know
Youll plough the ground and seed you,ll sow
And hear his laughter amid the winter snow.
So sleep sound my pretty young son
Don’t let the dark invade your dreams
Rest now and grow strong and tall
Remember your daddie come the fall.
Copyright © Andrew McIntyre | Year Posted 2016
Peace In The Light
I live in a drywall box
Sitting alone staring at my clocks
With landscape art hanging all around me
Its no wonder inspiration has finally found me
One day my mind forced my hand to start writing
About my parents in Heaven still fighting
Knowing their bodies lie beneath the ground
But believing that is not where there to be found
One night I dreamt of a beautiful house
It was on a sunny hill where I saw cats playing cards with a mouse
There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail
She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale
She told me she did not die
She told me I no longer have to cry
Then all of a sudden I awoke
Asking myself... “Was Mom's death some kind of horrible joke”
The Wake…The Funeral…
The Burial Mass…The Grave
Mom's dream message proved to me
She had risen from her Coffin in the Cave
Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead
Or are they living in my head
Can our parents be more alive than we think
Could they be some kind of Supernatural Link
Some say this life is a trial
With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File
We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain
Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane
I pray our parents watch over us from afar
I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car
Maybe when we experience life’s emotions
Our Parents are there recording the commotion
I bet Mom sews all day
She probably still has no time to play
I bet Dad writes all day
Will my sons ever find their way
Someday I will tell everyone
That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun
And even though our parents may not be here
When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear
Because what seems like a very dark day
Is really a small price to pay
So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head
It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead
And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write
Because my parents have finally found Peace in the Light
And some day when it’s my turn to go home
I will show my parents this poem
Joseph Adam Elward
Copyright © Joseph Elward | Year Posted 2010
Hey! What are you doing in the sacred-hole? So dark, no light at all!
Is it that same ‘you’, who used to yell at us for keeping all lights off?
You used to roam around all rooms at nights and lit the dim-lights on,
The speedy fans, lost their speed, you were anxious for your children’s cough.
Mosquitoes were afraid of your footsteps, you made us bound to use those nets,
Where are you now dad? How are you resting in that cold-dark compartment?
Mosquitoes, kept you alert on living days, how are you dealing now with those insects?
Oh dear dad! We had never anticipated losing you so early, so abruptly, and all of a sudden!
Looking at the fathers at movies, I just lose myself still now and then, so very often.
For feeling your presence every day, I still keep your used perfume still at my drawer,
When I open it, the fumes bring you very closer…I close my eyes to feel, I get you nearer.
Oh dear dad! How are you living so far, without me, your dear daughter?
I, in no way evaluated then your love, your sacrifice for me, or your endeavor.
Abbu (Dad)! Abbu……..! I love you, but you are no more to hear…
It’s my bad luck that, I took no chance for sharing my feelings towards you when you were;
Very little were your dreams, your expectations, and so little desires;
Still neither I paid attention nor ever did I care.
Now I have all, I don’t have simply you, a shade, and the person, for whom I’m here.
Abbu! Abbu……..! I wish if I could get you once again, even for a moment,
I’d hug you breathlessly to get all the fumes of your existence to remember forever.
Abbu, Abbu……..! Now I eat all foods, study a lot, as you wished,
But alas, you are not here, no more for inspiring me or cheer.
My success, my award, my sound health were your only concern, you wanted to ensure,
Now I have all, but not you to be happy on my win or to share!
Abbu, I miss you! I’ve learnt everything, but not living without you,
As you’ve never told me what to do when you won’t be here,
Now there is nobody to peep through my room or...
To keep a hand on my head with passion ever,
No one is counting the glasses of water I drank the whole day entire,
None is guiding me to walk aside while on the roads alone and stay aware.
Abbu, Abbu! Why were you so generous?
Never cared for own life, why didn’t you try to keep own health secure?
You just served us, the family whole life, kept us protected, sound and happy forever,
So majestically engulfed the death, you said lastly ‘goodbye’ challenging the CANCER!
Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan | Year Posted 2015
Sparkie was our collie dog.
With us since Dee was three.
Gentle, obedient, never wild.
Perfect dog for growing child.
Late in life she grew a lump
on one of her many breasts.
Vet said "Best let her have a litter.
Before she pops off, poor critter."
Out popped Mutley, favourite son.
Soon he was out on the run.
Chasing sheep with mum in tow.
Farmer said, "They'll have to go."
Down to our chemist shop father went.
Into our "dark hole".
Appeared back with tablets of old.
Label read PHENABARBITONE.
Concocted a delicious doggie treat.
Phenobarbitone mixed in with meat.
Instructed me to give half to Sparkey.
While he hand fed Mutley.
Into the shed they went,
for two days and three nights.
Not dead yet, but paralysed.
Me the only one to sympathise.
Eventually the vet was called.
A quick shot into the heart.
Mutley died without a murmur.
Dad to church, it was November.
Sparkey still breathing shallow.
In the shed all alone.
I nursed her head in my lap.
Tears blinding me as I sat.
Dee returned from college term.
Up to grave when she learned.
Grave too shallow without a doubt.
As she was greeted by two snouts.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2015
He was born in December of Twenty- nine that dearest Dad of mine.
One sister and four brothers made up his family.
They never had much growing up you see.
So attending school for Dad was not a priority,
He would work any job a “jack of all trades”
And he loved his sons with his heart all of his days.
Painting on canvas and creating was God’s gift to him.
His creations were shared by many sometimes on a whim.
Liked fishing on a beach on a clear summer day.
Kind and thoughtful in so many ways.
Dad was called to Heaven in May of Twenty-fifteen
Hope he met with family and friends he has not seen.
My heart is heavy there are no words left to say
Hope you are at peace Dad until we meet one day.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2015
A year ago we said Goodbye with tears in our eyes.
So many things I miss about you mostly what you would say or do.
You lived life the best you could and always tried to do good.
The little Irish girl still thinks about you, she lost her Dad that day too.
I hope you are at peace in Heaven above and surrounded by God’s love.
A sad day in my life but what could I do,
Dad I will always miss you.
In Memory of my Dad
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2016
So on this day 6 years ago a child was born,
my precious daughter, who deep inside still mourns.
Although she is young she will always be sad,
knowing the one that is not home is her dad.
There's said to always be a special connection between daughter and father,
but this has been taken away by a mother and when it comes to our marriage, won't even bother.
Will she feel blame in the years to come?
That her mother and fathers marriage has come undone.
I can only hope that she dose not harbor anger at her parents,
mom and dad apart adds to the torment.
For my part I never wanted it to be this way for her,
I'm nothing more that a memory to mother and daughter.
So on this day I remember seeing my child's first breath of air,
now all I can see is a girl that mom and dad must share.
On this day life is bittersweet, cause I am no longer part of home,
another day of celebration with me left all alone.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2007
RIP Police Constable Keith Palmer 2017.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
Who shall we bury today?
Who has been taken away?
Not me yet I’m pleased to say.
So I can write these words today!
As we mourn loved ones lost.
Or friends we knew, in days gone past.
Lost to us but not high above!
Where innocents go to be loved.
Cry not more tears, I beg of you.
Remember me as you should do.
The last time you were full of glee.
Remember that time you spent with me.
We mourn a special man today.
Killed on duty policing I say.
Policing outside our country’s Parliament.
Unarmed on duty in these days of torment.
In heaven, he will surely take his place.
Head held high, with no disgrace.
So when we all pass Saint Peter’s gate.
Don’t be surprised to see his face.
Of course off-duty he will not be.
Saint Peter’s gate is so busy.
Yet all who queue to enter there.
Cause no trouble I do declare.
So when we finally do die.
Shake his hand, will you and I.
For he did not die in vain!
At Saint Peter’s gate he is on duty again.
Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2017