Where I found myself
As a toddler causes me anguish
And quenches the fire he sets burning
He the father of us all
Those asleep and those ready to sleep
All I see and hear are words
Which demolishes current like hearts
Mine was no exception
Born with many words
But none to write
As pen we no longer see
My father sighs at the news
I know not why
He curses and rains abuses
On whom I know not
Maybe on that fowl
That threw away the last cup of water
In our household
Or maybe the rat
That ate our week’s meal
I believe he knows better
For he talks faster than I do
Even the gods are angry with
Whoever he rains abuses on
They have stopped the rain
And dried our farms
The sins of just a few
Have crippled us all
I heard my father say
Until he brings back all he took
He must chase protruding bellies in
Like my pregnant self
With numbered and named rips
you were away
we miss you everyday
dad we won't say
no matter what you
do
our love true
we know work hard
so i life would have a good
start
as our father we are glad
this is no play
happy father day
A
CARD FOR DAD
When I was about twelve years of age it was plain to see
That my father was quite dim not nearly as bright as me
Stupid words and inane sayings embarrassed me to hear
I cringed at what he’d say or do when I had friends near
‘Don’t talk with your mouth half full’; as we ate he’d say
‘Fill the bloody thing’; he’d add with laugh like asses bray
Then came the age twenty one and my eyes opened wide
As I listened to my father now with deep unbridled pride
Wisdom flowed from learned tongue upon my older ears
Amazed at all that he had learned in those nine short years
6th in Contest 'My Parent' by Francine Roberts
Who would have thought that life would lead
Onto trails that would lead to home in minutes
Except that home is no longer there anymore
The house is gone burned years ago and never rebuilt
The land is still there for one can't get rid of land
Except to haul it off inch by inch to another place
Then the open gapping hole would still be there
When going by, I still feel the spirit of the home
The life and energy of the place__the laughter
Now that I am domesticated as a plate
I desire to depend on someone who loves me
Like the family loved me then and held me close
Someone who is stronger who will lead me to feel
Feel secure and cared for making each day to be
Warm with understanding and all the love I can receive
One like the mother and father that occupied that home
A strong earthly person who could offer that love
Understanding, caring, commitment that of love
As the heavely Father offers to me each day
Only a dream for this is an impossibility...
With Love from me to You Joanne my Sister
She's only little
With nerves still brittle
Angel's scarred by the night
Nervously awaiting the Heaven's to ignite
Tiny feet scurry the Hall
To find Daddy's been waiting
with a kiss and a cuddle
and the protection she's craving
He draws back the curtain's
and open's the show
For Father and Daughter to bath in its glow
Thunder and Lightning dance through night
As he watches her fear turn to delight
Its the real deal the birthing feel
A father's love for his daughter
Sketched in her memory
One day to recall
How that little girl had it all
WINTER IS A VERY CHILLY SEASON,BUT ALSO IT BRINGS ME GOOD MEMORIES OF MY
DESEASED GRANDFATHER.AS IT SNOW, WE BOTH ARE HOLDING EACHOTHER CLOSE.
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW,THE SNOW LOOKS AS IF IT MAY GRANT US A WISH.
IT SHINES LIKE A LIGHT,IT'S LIKE IT'S MAGICAL BECAUSE IT GETS ME THROUGH
THE NIGHT WITHOUT BEING FRIGHT.
AS I WAKE UP TO MUCH MORE SNOW,AND OF COURSE MY GRAND-DADDY'S ALREADY UP
AND OUT THE DOOR.
AS I STEP OUTSIDE,MY GRAND DADDY'S EYE'S WAS THE GREATEST SUPRISE.
AS THE ICE COLD SNOW JABS AGAINST MY FACE,I GOT READY TO BUT MY
GRAND FATHER SUDDENLY WIPED THE SNOW AWAY.
EVERY TOUCH HE LEFT ON MY FACE ON THAT VERY SPECIAL WINTER DAY CAN BE
TRACED,BUT NEVER ERASED.
THAT WINTER IS ONE SPECIAL SEASON THAT I CAN ADMIT
DID NOT GO WRONG,
AS THOUGH I BLINKED AND MY GRAND FATHER GONE.
WINTER IS VERY SPECIAL TO ME,AND THE REASON IS BECAUSE IT
REMINDS ME OF MY GRAND DADDY.
COLD,SHARP,AND WET SNOW IS WHAT I ENJOY THE MOST,
MY GRAND FATHER IS MY WINTER NATURE AND HE MAKES MY
WINTER GLOW AND SO MUCH MORE.......
I wish I were a child again - I would
tell my mother how important things are,
Things like hot chocolate on a cold night,
mud pies in the sun, learning how to skate,
I wish I could wish - as a child should,
and blow out a candle on a cake, have a cookie jar
in the kitchen filled with good things" bright
curtains letting the sun in, a white fence, a gate.
I wish I were little again - and I would
tell my father to smoke a pipe, sit in a big chair
and hold me on his lap, tell me a story,
and throw me up in the air, play games with me.
I would go back - if only I could,
and wish I had a father and mother to care
about the important things - the glory
of childhood is
Being a Child.
Patricia Langston-Moran
Past times have come,
they lurk within the darkness,
as I sit here fighting to continue on with my journey,
tears roll down my face thinking of....
the things that no longer exist.
Lost a Tia to death by drugs, a mother to abusive men and drugs,
a father to child molestation, a grandmother because I had a kid at fifteen.
I can't tell you how many times as a child I was abused,
how many schools and homes that I have been in.
No family support, so I do this on my own,
All I got is my pen and paper and that's all I need.
No tears can come for there is no emotions in my life.
Foster care for five years, two kids by the age of 17,
both wound up in homes with adopted parents,
How was I to raise them with no one on my side to help,
Family hates me, because I chose life over murder.
I don't understand how people can be that way yet claim to be Christians.
I worship my Father on High and sing praises to all.
Past times have come but now its time for me to defeat them once and for all
by using the power of God.
wild eyed mother stares through glazing thoughts.
paying no attention to her child of war.
bastard father maker stands shunning light.
children fight back lakes of tears with new found might.
insult self redemption with your chosen hate.
steal the good samara ten's intentions and his offering plate.
bridges have not been built yet but still they swim.
across the oceans wilderness to comfort sin.
why is justice only seen in the eyes of the few.
justice chastised the boat and condemned it's crew.
tired eyed brother is the family's father now.
working in the maize until his legs give out.
broken sister lays down for ten men each day.
for food for the younger kids and not a cent of pay.
nature will forgive her but her neighbor's don't.
they stand in condemnation,as they scream and moan.
she teaches her younger siblings bye the midnight light.
for she understands the power of learning to read and right.
justice only taught her how to be lost too life.
that's why justice must now be chastised.
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