Every time I think of you I always cry
Without knowing the reason why
Concentrating in study is what I am going to try
But I really miss the moment when you make me smile
Being a good girl is what I am trying to be
My friends told me that I'm very lucky
Cause I have things and dresses that are too many
But they don't know, seeing them with their mother and father makes me feel envy
Many people say be happy
Cause your parents are in other country
working there to have money
But they don't know how sad being far from their family
When I cry my mother comfort me,
When I have a fight my father is always there for me
When I'm down my brother help me
That's my family, always there for me
Precious things
Finding out a father I was to become
My love, my wife to become a mom
In time being a father of three
They would be precious things to me
As a father I gave it my best
Protecting them in our little nest
Now my little three are all grown
They have precious things of their own
The most precious things in life
Your family, your children, your wife
The eddy pulls hard against my torso
panic rises and surfaces, my vsion starts to zigzag
I swim harder in the strong currents of confusion
How did my life become a battle
My father once seemed to love all his children
Now where is the love?
We have to be the dictator to prevent suicide/murder
Begrudgingly he submits to the will of the family
Unforgiving, ungrateful, rebellious
time has the last laugh, my son shouts
I hate you, I never loved you, you are so mean!!
My father shouts, you don't love me, you just want my stuff
You are so selfish!
Tears fall....A heart breaks!
Will this trial end?
Mother says, my daughter has not been to see me in so long, I want to see my baby.
Mom I am here, I was here yesterday! I brought you food! don't you remember?
Life cycles around the eddy, swirls and swirls with no end...
My Fiance Visits My Father’s House
The two Gibraltars in the yard
never were delivered.
They have always been there.
The twenty years I lived there,
the neighbors never said a word.
Their shrieks would shatter both
if they could see them.
The redwood fence my Father built
is tall enough to cover his.
It will be tall enough, he swears,
for me to cover mine.
My father says before he dies
he’ll sell his own Gibraltar
and leave the house, the yard,
the redwood fence to me
to guarantee that I keep mine.
Donal Mahoney
God called a loving mother home,
leaving a husband and two children on this earth to roam.
One day the father meet another,
which was also a mother!
There was love and peace,
but it was soon to cist.
For father ask another to be his wife,
changing everybody's feelings and way of life.
The bitterness and lies
caused hurt under watchful eyes.
Never any trust caused the love to turn to hate.
Now it's destoryed, no mater how you wipe the slate.
Unable to become a united seminally,
shows we will never be a true family.
As a father you hope for the best,
you've done all that you could
the talks the examples
the little test.
As a father you want them to succeed
you showed them how
taught them to get up
and above all to believe.
As a father you always want to be there
when they fall when they crash
cry and fill any kind of pain
and we hope we made that clear
As a father the love is like no other
in a proud smirk or a shake of a head
a look in the eye or up to the ski
it's a different love then a mothers
As a father of nineteen years and of two
I couldn't of asked for more out of them
as a proud father I'm blessed and gifted
even if nineteen years ago this was all new
As a father I say this to any one
hold them always scold them when they need it
show them when they need to see
and most of all be there and be there #1
(megive; anothercummings
it’s a feeling to see a book fade:
ink washed out, pages wilted,
with scoffingsmellsofoldmustsandshalls.
and it’s a bad memory when
remembered daddy forgot
to play football and you
moved away fromhisdoominglove.
is every memory really seen
through a forgotten father.
Edward Estlin, tell me the truth,
is it true your father
grieved through joy,
praised your forehead
and sang like sirens?
But such lavish questions of
a father that forgot the simple
wispsofcackleandcaper
of an abandoned tyke’s love
are too impossible to ask.
No, to give is to have,
daddy’s memory isn’t my fault
and I too have meaning.
My grand father
is a father to my father,
and my grand mother
is a mother to my mother.
Today iam a father,
a father to my children
and my wife is a mother,
a mother to them.
One day or one time,
i will be a grand father
and my wife
will be a grand mother.
Oh, that's what i call a lineage.
In My Grandson’s Eyes
I see his pain & watch the tears flow down his little face
“Mommy I don’t want to go” he pleads with all his might
“But Daddy’s waiting for you & it will be alright”
Against his will he goes but not without a struggle
A 5 year old shouldn’t have to deal with all this kind of trouble.
His father made him homeless & took everything from his Mom
Yet this poor child is expected to act as if nothing ever went wrong.
His Father lives a life of deceit where he believes his own lies
But the one who suffers can be seen in my grandson’s eyes.
Judge not my failing's as a father or a man,
The hardest thing I ever did was resist the urge to run.
The truth of any love affair is seldomly exposed,
Just as oft a passerby will miss the blossoming of a rose.
The scent is so alluring, whilst the flower bud unborn,
But not enough to overcome his fear of the thorns.
I almost missed you flower, missed you blossom as you grow,
To see the mesmerizing beauty of my single winter rose.
Forever I will watch you, protect you from the rain,
Always through your life my darling, know your father will remain.
A glimpse of the vast Universe
he sees in the newborn baby's eyes;
that this boy will a worthy man,
father sighs a hushed prayer to the skies:
May he be wise and learn from occasional stupidity
and cheerfully take on loads and burdens of cheerles duty;
let him, in hours of doubt and cowardice, be bold and prevail,
yet kind and fair to those who struggle and miserably fail;
may he be honed by trials, grit and grind of cruel defeat,
yet stay humble in triumph, rejecting urges of conceit;
let him look beyond the self, anonymous in charity,
a dreamer who works real hard so dreams become reality.
The sound of the future's future
he hears as the baby cooes and cries;
for this boy to be a worthy man,
father sighs gratefully to the skies.