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Liz Delaney Poem
Daddy, Are You Sleeping?
Long car rides, or late night movies.
Piggyback rides down our long hallway,
then, you to pour me into bed.
Daddy, are you sleeping?
Newspaper glued to a thin, stick frame.
I feel like the Wright Brothers
as we soar through the skies.
Daddy, are you awake?
Birthday surprises, educational lectures,
daily encouragement in every direction,
and only us two sharing weekend donuts.
Daddy, rise and shine.
You trust me with your tractor and truck.
Mom thinks I’m trying to kill her.
Thank you for bragging on us, saying how beautiful I am.
Daddy, are you up yet?
A favorite Saturday breakfast, then teasing laughter
‘cause you have the biggest stack. Your 5 o'clock shadow
grows as we watch the Astros, Oilers, Chief Wahoo McDaniel.
Daddy, it’s time to get up.
You glow pride of place when you deliver me to my dorm.
I hear words of advice as you and mom wave me off:
“Don’t forget you are here for books, and not for boys”.
Daddy are you awake?
I want to cover you with a blanket,
keep you warm and safe, as you do with us.
Mom places your wedding ring upon your starched white shirt.
Daddy….Daddy, please get up.
Copyright © Liz Delaney | Year Posted 2020
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Liz Delaney Poem
Far Away Moments
Face up. Flat and still.
Crisp black and white images
revive my memories, grayed somehow.
Living. Smiles. Tears.
Souls captured. Time cheated.
Hearts held in my hand.
Darkened room.
Hypnotic shadows flicker against a white wall.
Only images remaining of ashes cast to the wind.
No voices issue forth.
Sounds of mechanical clipping….
a soothing accompaniment
to these beloved home movies.
Silent laughter.
Heroic, athletic feats
witnessed by this audience of one.
Brand new…now antique cars.
Cutting edge outfits in out-of-date fashion shows.
Eyes which once met mine cannot see me
as I wave back.
Relatives and Pets,
now ashes to ashes,
simply dust collecting dust upon the mantelpiece.
Copyright © Liz Delaney | Year Posted 2020
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