Nostalgia Father Daughter Poems

     
Nostalgia, my sometimes-friend, an unwavering realist,
visits from time to time with a flood of memories
centering around the polar opposites that...

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One time my dad bought me a yellow rose in New York City
Took a photo in front of St. Patrick's-- felt loved & pretty. :)...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Father’s Day 2020

Father’s Day this year, unexpectedly has me in tears.
Not sure why,
Where did the time go, 2.5 years ago we said goodbye.

I can’t watch...

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My dad was a professional salesman.
People along his route would leave their orders out
if they were not home.
They knew all about us, and he knew...

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Oh, tiny

little China doll ...

I think I'll call you Sweetie,

and dream grand things for you -

castles, flying carpets, ventures wondrous,

(until you're spinning your very own,...

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March 2011
Alzheimer’s unit
A light-fingered kleptomaniac
Among the residents.

If you want to keep something,
Do not bring it with you; and hand
your car keys to the nurses at...

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Hi Dad, I miss you. I’m sure you’re very happy up there and all the prep you did while you were sick paid off in...

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Dad, how I love to recall
The days when I was very small,
On your lap, ear upon your chest,
Moments like these I loved the best.

Holidays with...

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On October 14th, 2002
At 6:34 in South Hampton, New York
A tiny baby girl
Brand new and alive
Enters the world
For the very first time
 
Her little face
pure...

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I think of you with tenderness that 
seldom knew breath when you were alive.
Like tattered, yellowed leaves
images appear scattered in the recesses of my memory.
Mom...

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I'm sitting in the garden
With my small son on my knee
He looks up at me with big brown eyes
And says “Tell me about Granda's tree”

My...

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Dad Revisited

RIP 1924-2015


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more ...

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I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree 
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up...

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I'm still wearing the
red lusted lipstick he hates
as I try to explain that
it's impossible to
wash this disease away.
My father says I'm
a picture of teenage cliches,
mourning...

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