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Finally

FINALLY

Multi-emotions/ coming and going
It's been awhile since/ I sat down with pen and paper
It's not that I/ have nothing to say
It's the multi- emotions/ flowing in my head/ while my heart ache

Don't know /where to start
My heart is broken/my body in need of his hug/ just to be held /hear his voice/
one more time
whispers/ of everything, scent of his pipe/ cherry smoke

I know/everything/ will/ be/alright

Angers builds/not at God/ but at myself

ONLY...?

Asking/God why? 

WHY???
 Didn't I/ say good-morning/ open the door
Good morning / Dad/before
 that day/ bothered me

Instead/ I wrote a letter/why on that day
Call me/if you need me
Multi- emotions/within/deepens/ 
 I am/not ready for this/ not ready to say/ good bye
Knowing /I must

Daily/ I pick up/ pen and paper
Nothing comes out/but tears/ instead/hands shaking/STOP
As I/ carry these/ multi-emotions 
I carry /to escape /into my world
I hold/I hold/ holding /this paper 

Tears starts/ as I / sit down to try/not to cry/ looking at this pear
Multi-emotions stirs/holding back my tear/ I try/ how many days/ weeks/ months/ years/ will I shed?

For you Dad!

My mind/My soul/ Knows
But/ my heart won't let Go
I ache/I ache/this pain/not seeing you/ 
I ache

Uncontrollable shakes, takes over
ME...

FINALLY
I break / I break
DOWN
Not wanting to/ but had too/
Multi-emotions/daily fills me/ with anger/joy/ sorrow
Praying for PEACE, to smile/ when I think of YOU

Asking /God for tears of Joy/not SADNESS /because/ I believe /you are with him
No more fighting to be strong, Because I love you/ I miss you daily

DADDY
I EXHALE/ I BREATHE for memories giving to be shared
PRICELESS MOMENTS
So, I write to heal

Written By Valerie Jean Grimes (My Dad Albert L Grimes Sr) 9/30/2014
 


Copyright © Valerie Grimes | Year Posted 2015


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ah pen to fathers day

The R&R's of  marvin, 1st rule you will go to sunday school and every sunday n' for goodness sake don't say I gotta headache.  growing up in poppa marvin's world was a daily mindblower it seemed he was in a mode of raisin' us good and like I say-daily.  he had a way of showing affection with each one of us and there was 10 of us.  one day we's all in the front yard looking for daddy to come around the corner on his bicycle getting off from work, it was beautifully wicked, daddy comes around the corner and pulls up in the driveway and we all said it at the same time-we gotta car! daddy justa smiling knowing he once again did real well for his family, we all hopped into daddy's 1952 powerglide Chevrolet. I googled it-powerglide, 2 gear automatic.  special events there was always an associated scent wit it, made for impressions.  my special one on one event wit daddy I was the only kid he would let hop into mr. Hamilton's stinky cigar funeral car and ride down to the local radio station for the Hamilton's family hour and they would tell the listeners who they plan to bury that week.  daddy would start the program singing: have I given anything today..impressions probably why I became a radio personality.  poppa marvin, man that guy was special, we would go on these sunday school picnics to different places, I remember swimming way out in this pool and wow, an undercurrent in ah swimming pool!  daddy was so cool he was right there and lead me to safety and he never mentioned it.  I took many clues from daddy on how to treat a woman with his interactions with my momma gladys, one evening I hear momma in a very concerned tone-marvin let's go to our room we never argue in front of these children-another R of the R&R's of marvin, not only give counsel but take counsel.  I loved growing up in the south wit my daddy he had good rules, the town I grew up in had good rules especially for teenagers we had some adult privleges real early.  the day I looked at that highway patrolman wit this wide brim hat on his head as he handed me my north Carolina drivers license in my daddy's 1952 powerglide Chevrolet-I was only 13..i miss you poppa.

Copyright © monty rocke | Year Posted 2015

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The Love of My Dad

The Love of My Dad



When I was a child, you combed my hair for school

I never played hooky, because that was your rule

You helped with my homework

Math was a trial

But you stuck with me, because I am your child

You never gave up, no matter how long it took

You taught me to clean, and also to cook

You’re my dad and I am so proud

I love you, and I say it out loud






							Adrienne 
LaCont’e Gresham

Copyright © Adrienne Gresham | Year Posted 2011


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The perfect smile

i took so many bad choices in life
i screwed up even when i had a wife
i can play the game of blame
But its time i face the shame

Disappointment i have left
My life now is in a cleft
In my being the sun has set
From now on only sadness i will get
 
We know about sins of the father
i pray God won’t let it go further
It’s all ripped open raw
Now everybody saw

A flawed human being
Running up the hills fleeing
Away from eyes judging
Hiding all my smudging

Doing drugs to feel better
But being called by a debtor
Selling your soul to the highest bidder
Praying the debtor will reconsider

Losing loved ones in this awful race
Still barely have courage to save face 

Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2017

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The August Lion

The August Lion

By: J. Philip Harris

In the area of the afternoon, right before the stars
Where the little gray strands spread out among the coffee roots
Through the looking glass 
Beyond the esotropic eyes 
In the land of the chevron lane and the laughter of the silly school boy
In the heart of a sawbones' hands
Beyond the reaches of the retentive shadows 
Where the hiccups of life have sought to crush his spirit
In the echoes of his father’s soul
Through the reflection of his mother’s love 
Like a break-loose dance of life’s unbinding freedom to feel and to breathe.
Here in the whisper 
Hear the gentle purrs thrown out into the void 
Like diamond lights in the dark matter
Here, the hero.
Hear the August Lion.

Copyright © Joshua Harris | Year Posted 2017