Perhaps, I were your wife,
Would you have made me a paper tiger,
one that looks fierce but cannot bite?
Perhaps, I were your husband,
Would you have used feminism to emasculate me,
turning me into a yo-yo at your whim?
Perhaps, I were your friend,
Would you have made me a clown,
one who makes you laugh but lives in sorrow?
Perhaps, I were your servant,
Would you have made me a sea squirt,
eating his own brain just to serve you?
Perhaps, I were your parent,
Would you have made me a burden,
one who bends his back to feed your pride?
Perhaps, I were your child,
Would you have made me subservient to your greed,
one who loses his future to your ego?
Perhaps, I weren’t yet born,
Would you have been proud to weave me in your DNA,
one you breathe life into to erase your doubts?
Perhaps, this were only a poem,
Would you have thought of it a classic,
one that would stand the firm test of time?
I am grateful I understand with utmost affection
how between a parent and child
there is a loving…never-ending connection….
How we never stop being a child to our parents
no matter how old we are…
no matter where we go…
and how we never stop being a parent to our children
no matter where they go
no matter how old they grow.
my dad,
my father.
climb up mountains,
he'd go farther.
hiking hills,
working hard.
paying bills
paying rent.
without that.
we'd be bent.
fixing things
that needed fixing.
breaking things
that need breaking.
my dad,
my father.
you run far,
he'd run farther.
First, we mine, then we craft, LETS MINECRAFT!!
being lulled to sleep
by warm breezy summer day
MOM! gets me back up
It's always the ones
Who lives their lives
Talking on no responsibility
And not a care in the world
Not even helping with parents
They don't care but the
Minute a parent or loved one
Dies, they'll show up
Demanding or thinking that
They're owe or entitled to something
When they haven't help or
Done anything at all for that parent
Spouting how it was their parents
To, but they knew that all along
But didn't want to help with
The responsibilities, didn't lift
A finger, but demands something
But don't worry whatever they get
It won't last with them because
Those spirits know who deserves nothing
Growing up to fast,
Coming of age.
Both about maturity but different
One witnessed something they were not supposed to see, while the other saw when ready
One forced to be a man, the other gradually becoming a man
One having a parent who would mentally abuse, while the other has two amazing parents
One having to work hard just to get a tiny bit of affection or recognition, while the other does not need to try
Growing up to quickly and Coming of age both involve maturity and growing up but are they really the same?
I yearn for not but your devotion true
A sacred bond you must uphold
You breathed me in the breath I drew
Yet love runs from you faint and cold
Have I transgressed? I toil in vain,
Yet still, you shun my desperate plea.
Affection spurned, a heart in pain,
Forsaken in this MISERY.
Hey, sire, would you ever love?
“I do not, I do not care.”
Can you take me seriously?
“You’re young and stupid.”
Not a day by without the wonder
Of the lack of sentiment you bring
Reflection, though not a blunder
So in your fault I now can sing.
parent’s strong arms
cradle young life, infant
smiles and gurgles
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
Everything I've done, before I had a child..
Seems insignificant, now I'm beguiled
It's not my actions, nor my children's behavior
What I can't control, makes me reach for my Savior
Heavenly Father, Please send your Holy Spirit..
Teach me to be like you, because I don't come near it
I am powerless without, and filled with sin
Give me Power, to Guide my Kin
Give me Mercy
Make me Worthy
drinking the water…
… from his bath…
destroying whatever’s…
… in his path…
mistaking the floor
… for the loo…
whatever’s a parent
… to do?!...
With this advice you’ll agree …
what’s more, it is free …
… tell your terrible two
…to turn three
Unshaped by parental care,
He rose, a phoenix, beyond compare.
Life's struggles molded him with might,
Resolute, he faced each endless night.
Education's flame burned bright and true,
His passion, a beacon, shining through.
Menial jobs couldn't dim his stride,
Determination drove him, side by side.
Sugar Boy, a graduate, proud, with degree in hand,
His struggles faded, like shifting sand.
Employment beckoned, a new dawn broke,
His future bright, no longer bespoke.
Love arrived, "My Dear" from Adeboye's line,
A skilled gem, naturally divine.
Together they stood, a unified force,
"The Sugar" boy, with a loving course.
With harmony, their bond took flight,
Blessed with children, shining light.
"My Dear" explored the world's vast stage,
The UK, and beyond, their footsteps engage.
Now the world lies at their feet,
A testament to love's sweet treat.
Their journey, a tale of trials and might,
A shining story, in morning light.
I stand in awe, watching your birth...
this...thing...that fits in the palm of my hand
the most beautiful thing on Earth.
I contemplate what life will be like...now
that I am a father...it still sounds strange
but, I will always love you and I make this vow.
I believe we were destined to be here, together
I will protect you from all harm and evil
teach you right from wrong, and to never fear.
I marvel at your tiny fingers and toes
that huge mop of Jet Black hair
what the future holds for you...who knows.
I speculate, being a parent will be difficult at times
yet, others seem to make it look so easy
for you and I...fun...laughter, tears and lovely times..
Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy
Fantastic question!
Why indeed?
Why did The Creator
Whether God or Science or a Scientific God
Choose blue
Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon?
Is it because the day seems cheerier
The world brighter
The people friendlier
Due to the color overhead?
A Mount Everest of evidence shows
Humans are happier
Outside
Under the blue.
So, why do we equate blue with sadness?
Certainly, blueberries are one of the most congenial of the berries
And Superman always dazzles in blue.
However, I suppose not all blues are the same.
Midnight blue is complex in color and to contemplate.
Almost all have gazed hypnotically into its majestic fluidity.
Many onlookers discovered hidden inspiration and birth.
But, some couldn’t see past darkness and conclusion.
Blue, sky blue, and midnight blue
Among those shades lies many lessons
Including the fragility of stereotypes and prejudice.
What’s that Jimmy?
You only need an explanation to relay to science class?
Oh.
Sky color derives from air molecules and wavelengths of sunlight.
Is that the answer you’re seeking son?
My Dad was the best
He was there when I needed him most
He was my best friend
He helped me through hard times
He loved me no matter what
We would go for rides together
We would catch at least one
Florida Gator baseball game
in the spring time for awhile
He was my movie buddy
The movies mom didn’t want
to see we went and saw
I remember all the trips to
the mountains to stay in a
cabin in Northern Georgia
All the trips to the Blue Ridge
Skyline Drive and Great Smokies
We went as far north as Niagara Falls, Canada
When I was in school my Dad
was my math tutor
He was good in math
But I definitely wasn’t
I remember when I liked to
watch a lot of ice skating
My Dad got tickets to
an ice skating event with
Scott Hamilton
I enjoyed even though
we were in the nose bleed section
My Dad wasn’t perfect
But he was still awesome to me
He was my best friend
And I will forever remember him
Love you Dad
I’ll see you again in paradise
Robert Paul Rodeheaver
11/22/47 - 07/14/24
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