Best Fatherson Poems
There's a spot in my life that's
been void filled and I cry with
a morbid intensity when I think of
him as I do now. He's healed
something baggage born so I can
leave it in a waste basket. I can
stare at his innocence for hours and
plead for his happiness in all that I
dosay--I double dare to be all he
sees and desires not to dread. Swim
pool water eyes glimpse his face, his
manner mighty in cause and jolly at
what his fantasies are. I've not missed
anything so like this moment that I
carry his picture, his soul, his incarnate
within me---at all times. Worthy worry
span my capabilities to challenge me for the
"mirror mirror" my reflection is his
reality; am I ready for/to be the casual
task bearer for him to model to be
himself and unlinked to the scattered
Sociopotpourri he's likely to ever encounter.
Not to shield or shell his karma
Not to woe in his wilfulness
Not to denegrate a copious freedom format
for fatherson ambigupatriarchophobia decline
but to hold him to my dear heart chest
to die for him in allways to make him
at no cost in allways a human being.
a Bull for all seasons. I love you my sons.
Dad
is all weather umbrella
is what they say...
rain or shine
there to protect
is what they say...
But then don't we
open and close it as per our need
is he a puppet I wonder ...
When torn and rusty
we discard to buy new
is he object with limited validity I wonder...
When Dad needs protection
Kids hestitate to be his umbrella
is dad's not someones son and son others dad I wonder ...
Cycle continues, many a Dad continue to suffer
often at hands of son till he is dead
is dad derivative of dead I wonder...
Many a dad are taken good care of
Sons compassionate as to their own kids
is son derivative of bright sun I wonder ...
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By Hitendra Mehta
For June 2012 Poetry Soup Contest
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The Song of bangle seller
He sings in all nights to his crying son
to sleep with smile and to forget his mother
Though he is a poor bangle seller
his poem will be too high and luxury
There he compares his son as a prince of his empire and
he leaves his son with the angles to take care
Many plates of royal food will be waiting for him but
his prince Plays with them to his fun
His princess will be from that heaven and
She will bring moon and stars as her gift to that life
River from the Himalayas will come
to wash his palace and his dishes
Rain will shower milk to their bath and
Clouds will come to wipe his wet
Breeze will serve as his maiden to blow air
There his son will smile as Prince of the world
Sun will come and raise him from the bed and
Larks will play wakening notes to his wake up
There he stops his poem and goes
to have his own meal from his broken pot
He saw his sleeping son from that corner and
Pleasingly went to his bed with peace
Dad it's been twenty years,
since you have been gone now,
whenever I think of you,
the thought brings tears.
There's so much to tell
you I don't know where to begin,
two months after you died,
we had a son, he's so big now, I'm in a spell.
I wanted for you to meet my wife,
in a way you did, only at your funeral,
by then it was to late,
strangers were we, but never any strife.
Between us, there was no hate or any love,
many wasted words had we,
I would like to mention, we have daughter,
and she's sweet as a dove.
Remember the day that you gave me old shep,
he was a very fine dog,
for a long time I had him,
for many years he had a lot of pep.
After nine years, he died too,
seems like everything I love
dies sooner or later,
and that makes me feel very blue.
You don't realize how much you love
someone, until they're gone,
and then they,
fly away like a dove.
Toward the end, we had some good talks
you told me many things,
I didn't know,
at your farm on our many walks.
You told me how you played ball,
it must have been something,
to have played back then,
my son dad, just like you is very tall.
I have a very happy life,
dad, I wish you could meet
my son and daughter,
also my wife.
Dad it's to bad, I didn't know you better,
too many years were wasted,
and I should have told you , I love you,
so that's the reason for this letter.
wrote 6-18-90