My daughter is an angel,
For her I rarely fear,
For I am always reassured by the promises I hear,
That she is in God's hands,
And in God she always stands,
But sometimes when I doubt,
And I cannot see her safe,
I think to my man Moe,
And I know she's good to go!!!
I had to learn to be still - it was a hard discipline, for me.
Impatience is my curse, it’s the underbrush fuel of my anger.
Unanswered wishes invited trouble and hours of internal fuss.
Impatience was the sound of panic in an empty room - it was
emotionally stick-fighting with the ocean in an interior arena.
I’ve tamed the wild urgency, I pretend it’s heat that I sink with stillness
but I still have the neural itch to explode - as if I harbor an armed vigilante
who watches the world with a child’s wide eyed envy.
My step father was my angel in this - with his endless patience and
calm - spending tiring days like Roman coin to help me understand
that impatience doesn’t make anything happen. With his generous
help I tamed this unattractive flaw. I was born too human but he’s
helped me strive for the heavenly. Thank you Step (my name for him)
I love you - Happy Fathers day.
A combined family.
A tricky situation.
One I have managed to avoid and gladly
I have no idea how they do it.
Each thinking the other one’s children
are spoiled.
Keeping their mouths shut
or worse, taking over too soon.
A tricky situation.
One I have gladly avoided
You took her
From all of us
You got the blame
You never understood us
You ignored us
She loved you
She then ignored us too
You created a sort of destruction
In the hearts of us
Indirectly
You caused the creation of fear
A fear of abandonment
A fear of alcohol
A fear of our own mother
A fear for our own mother
A fear of her destroying herself
Just as you had
You were a creationist
You were an artist
You were the sculptor of the
Dent in the wall
And the musician of the
Noise upstairs
I never had much of an appreciation of your work
But asked by the only woman capable of loving you
To create something of the memory of you
I create something too
I string letters together
To create words
I piece those words together
To create statements
And with these statements I say the only thing on my mind
Since your heart of cruel origins stopped beating
Thank God you're not here
To create anymore.
Remember those days
when I was a child
Always in trouble
always so wild
I was carefree and curious
and in everyone's hair
I didn't dare start any trouble
cause' I knew you were there
You were tough, but kind
strict, yet stern
You grounded me often
in hope that I'd learn
I was constantly talking
I was constantly loud
All I wanted in life
was for you to be proud
You taught me a lot
you taught me so well
I have finally listened
I hope you can tell
So, If you wonder do I love you
I will tell you don't bother
'Cause My Dad is My Dad
But you were always my Father
In memory of my stepfather 02/2017
The room filled with his beloved family
Watching his life slowly slipping toward eternity
Looking into those tormented eyes
His girls hold each other to soften their cries
Weak and confused as his memory is lost
Holding the hand of each child before he crossed
Loving him was easy for all of us to do
His charm and his stories will linger that's true
Children will remember his personal stash brought joy
Sweets in a drawer to bribe each girl and boy
If you needed a dollar he would give you two
If you needed advice he lovingly gave it to you
Into this family he came later in life
He treasured our mom as his beloved wife
God gave us this blessing and filled hearts with love
We will ever be greatful to the father above
He was not my natural father he was better!