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When Dad got Leukemia, he put up a fight.
He took chemo but lost his battle 12 years ago tonight.
After months of taking chemotherapy, he died.
He couldn't beat cancer even though he tried.
He died less than two hours before the fourteenth of July.
He was a good provider and that's something I can't deny.
When a person loses a parent, it's always sad.
Twelve years ago, I had to say goodbye to Dad.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died 12 years ago tonight on July 13, 2013]
Now he speaks with words so clear,
His aims increase with every year.
He’s growing up with height and grace,
Yet, gives us all the same embrace.
The world is wide, and so he knows,
To send his love wherever he goes.
His kindness, deeper than before,
Is something I can only adore.
Though time has passed, he is the same,
With love that burns a lovely flame.
I watch him now, a man in bloom,
Still shining love in every room.
He’s like a gem that ever glows,
With love inside forever grows.
18/02/2025
Every time my eyes close, I remember.
Once upon a time, we used to be friends, can you remember?
A quick hello would bring joy to each other's face
goodbye's said with a hollow heart
I despised each time we spent apart.
eagerly I wait for you to comfort me
never once having stopped longing for your company
As simple as a bad day instantly cured by a hug
lonely nights soothe with a kiss. telling me I'm loved
we both agree, those feelings stand,
Our love and its depth, like it did when we began
I still and will always, be your biggest fan
Yet who I fell for hopelessly
appears a different man
Our eyes tired, rest missed
Neither one prepared for, This we didn't plan
Without sounding like a broken record, cheesy cliché
We can not succeed without each other,
Together yes we can
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Something happened eleven years ago that was sad.
After he battled Leukemia for many months, I lost Dad.
I thought he'd live longer but he died at the age of sixty-five.
He took chemotherapy for over 18 months but he could no longer survive.
When he died, I had to say goodbye.
I lost him in 2013 on the 13th of July.
Dad couldn't beat Leukemia even though he tried.
It was terrible because 11 years ago today, he died.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died 11 years ago on July 13, 2013]
Dad steps back into this room.
Today is his birthday,
soon to be his wedding anniversary.
The day before yesterday marked
the date of his engagement.
Yes, this is Dad, he strolls back,
back into my life.
Dad does this kind of thing,
a father we all love, recall.
He's been gone for ten years now.
(21 Nov 2023)
He was my dad but his life came to an end.
He died and I would never see him again.
He perished after months of receiving chemotherapy.
He had Leukemia and is buried in Sneedville, Tennessee.
He was a hard worker and he worked hard for many years.
Cancer made him become ill and he died just like I feared.
He died ten years ago today on the 13th of July.
It is always sad and tragic when a parent dies.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died ten years ago today on July 13, 2013]
Now that you walk the earth,
we await your story dear child
Were you sometimes seated in there
in a floating dream curving a path
like our favorite flower, baby's breath,
glistening in morning rain that makes
every drizzle even more beautiful?
With fire in each milestone,
like so much a stamen under sun
You carry the promise of bloom
Gratified you've touched our hearts
and imagination with the gift of life
bestowed upon you.
We'll never forget
the first time we
saw you here
From mum and dad,
two candles dear son
and joyeux anniversaire!
Blessed
A blessed man,
is a man that knows God.
That is close to Him,
with every breath of his life.
A blessed man,
is one that puts the Lord first,
and goes to Him,
in time(s) of trouble,
and again still
in gathered moments
of joy!
A blessed man,
is given a wife... by the King.
She is unique, and a special gift,
a help mate,
that will support him,
and keep him,
in all ways...
as a wife should.
A blessed man,
is given children, by His Majesty.
It is his responsibility to raise them
in the faith,
in the belief...
in the very perfect
existence of...
the Prince of Peace.
A blessed man,
follows the path given to his life,
written in the bible.
He knows that without God,
there is only evil,
and the land all dies.
A blessed man,
falls to his knees
when he is called,
and does not fall down
when challenged.
No.
Instead,
he stands
he fights,
he is blessed.
A blessed man!
Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his
death, destroying the cancer and deterring his doom.
His date with destiny deployed and determined. The
doctors did there darnest to defibrillate him. He died
determined on the table as his heart defeated him and
his family. The doctors delivered the deflating news
after the surgery dissipated. Where on this December
day the weather turned distant and dark. Every
December passing since, there's a drizzle of
dreariness. Decades later the dragonslayer still drags
on disreputable, dwelling in my mind.
9/26/22
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
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I remember how much Dad suffered during his final days.
After months of receiving chemotherapy, he passed away.
Regular chemo stopped working so they used a more powerful version that made him feel worse.
It wasn't long after he received the more powerful chemotherapy that he ended up in a hearse.
When it came to being diagnosed with Leukemia, it certainly wasn't something that was foreseen.
Today is the ninth anniversary of my dad's death, he died on the thirteenth of July in the year 2013.
When Dad learned that he had cancer, he made me promise to take care of Mom after he died.
But she died four months before he did and we didn't know she was ill, we were all mystified.
When a person becomes so ill that he or she dies, it's hard to comprehend.
When Dad drew his last breath nine years ago today, his life came to an end.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died nine years ago today on July 13, 2013]
SEEING through the window, are clouds which move slow or maybe the dozing fellow has decided to recall of the vibrant days as he digs deep into his bag of memories
Alas! He's all left alone now
Everything has gone; tears have gone too...
All his left with is a rocking chair and an old radio from which rock music makes but rather unpleasant noise for him...
He's deep into those clouds, white as the memories pure...
Unmoved by the cares of life.
There's an old painting on the wall, He was a young stallion he was..
With a smile embracing his young daughter on the left and to the right a beautiful lady with a yellow flower placed on her right ear...
It is the only image caught in time apart from his own in those clouds.
reading passages of mom’s
ten-year old diary
reliving complications
of dad’s last surgery
trips to hospital
her sleepless nights
her tears saved
for crying in the rain
more rain
forecast
tonight
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 2, 2019 in its earlier format for contest ENGLISH QUINTAIN sponsored by JANICE CANERDY
For many years, you were our family's breadwinner.
Your money paid for our breakfasts, lunches and dinners.
Because of my mental impairment, you continued to support me after I turned eighteen.
You could've outworked two twenty year olds, you were the hardest worker I've ever seen.
After twenty months of chemotherapy, you lost your fight.
Your battle with Leukemia ended six years ago tonight.
For the last two days of your life, you couldn't even reply to what people said.
When I received a call from my sister-in-law, she informed me that you were dead.
Your existence on Earth ended at around 10:20 PM.
One day I'll go to heaven and I will see you again.
[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013.]
Young couple
just starting out
wide-eyed and innocent
still wet behind the ears
bursting with
dreams and hopes
Opening each day as if a gift
blessed with children
to call their own
Not yet overwhelmed
with burdens
brought on by the years
not yet disillusioned
by the obstacles of life
around the corner
Weathering the storms
they stayed strong through the years
faithfully lovingly devoted
renewing vows
with each anniversary
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 26, 2018
Tossing and turning,
you try to fall asleep,
freezing and burning,
you even counted sheep!
You wake up in the morning,
and you fix yourself some eggs,
you get some kind of warning,
there are children pulling on your legs!
Mom and Dad I love you,
i hope your life is great,
cause you still have a lot to do,
with all these routines on your plate!
Happy Anniversary, I love you!