fathers
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Dear Dad,
I don't even know where to start.
You're still alive, but I feel like you have been gone for a long time.
I miss who you were when you didn't drink, I hardly remember that person anymore.
And so, all is forgiven
in death.
And the decade that
has passed since
your passing
has diluted
my memories
of your gruffness.
We all mellow
with age.
I too, am
no longer as
It always seemed that the clock would find a way to reset.
If the clock eventually stopped working.
Well , a stranger always seemed to have a watch.
If there wasn’t s stranger handy ....
When I was five I had a Daddy
He was tall and kind
And he called me his princess
But he was scary when he was mad
I told a fib and he grabbed my arm
Poetry has always seemed to be in my life, in my blood even
My father is a poet, for my mother at least
He wrote them when he was happy when my mother was pregnant with me
If heaven has a mailbox I would write a letter and this is what I would say.
My mother
is the strongest person
I know.
She has done everything
she can
to make my life
the best one
she can.
My father is
a conniving,
sleazy,
two-
daddy. i know i no longer call you this way.
there are some nights where i catch myself thinking about your wounds.
your hurting heart.
Geezer,
Honestly, I don’t know if you know this,
But you were my homeboy, my road dog, brotha from another mother back in the day;
A father is the person who should stay by your side,
the person who helps you, when you want to hide.
He should be that person you can count on to put you back together,
the person who makes you feel light as a feather.
When you score your first goal, go out for ice cream
When your teacher gives you your first gold star, frame it
F-A-T-H-E-R
I wish I could define this term
I wish I knew what it was like to have one
I wish I could save up my money and buy one
I don't even know what I would do with one
Gracious as the mother could feast her eyes upon something so preciousBut as the father was apathetic of the thought of fatherhood the vehement thought of engendering didn't precipitate a rush of bloodAnd before the daughter was conceived he disow
Fathers, Teach them well
1. Lose your hatred
2. Lose your fear
3. Fear of the other
4. Fear of their ways
5. Ways to win
6. Ways to ruin
The Father awakened from a hibernation.
The Father cooked grits and eggs.
The Father cooked grits and eggs.
The Father awakened from a jubilation.
The Father awakened to a situation.
This Goes Out To All The Children That Grew Up Without A Father Figure In There Life…
See I Remember When My Father Said He Would Be Right Back Home,
People wonder what my problem is
And of course when I say people I mean my friends
I don't think that I have a problem at all
Cause it's plain to see that its just me being me
But stil I must explain
These are some of the things I miss,
Stuff I took for granted; like a good night kiss.
Or last May I wish you were here to see me play!
Today, I found myself beaming today, happy, gleeful, and laughing. My heart swelled with pleasure. My eyes gleamed with awe.
She smiles so deeply that it leaves imprints on her cheeks.
Her laugh brings joy to others that are far beyond her reach.
A Man is something unique.
A man is what all little boys should strive to be.
But how can a little boy strive to be a man when a man he does not see.
There's so much potential in a box of envelopes
So much power in monogrammed paper and a ballpoint pen
They're worth so much more than $13.99 at Office Depot in the end
Every Daughter loves their father,
Even when he begins to bother,
He cherishes his daughter
Everybody has responsibilities to uphold...
The question is though
Do you uphold them to the fullest?
Women!
Babies are having babies and they give the responsibility to their moms
I walked today. Walked the land we used to play. You and me daddy. You and me. I walked over the dead grass and thought of you. It's all alike. Every thing here is dead. No exceptions. You see daddy, I'm no exception. No exception.
I wonder
What it would be like
If I had a father
Who cared,
Loved,
Helped.
I wonder
What it would be like
To not have to fight
For steps,
Small,
Small
Steps.
Heres a story about a kid that got cauht up
Living the life of a college student that he thought up
He felt he was invincable in anything he did
When one fine night life stepped upon his crib
He smells like moonshine mixed with dried sweat
like smoky pines and a dead creek bed
He makes me cry as much as laugh and
he hurts me in the heart in my place for him
He looks like coal rubbed through his hair
Love is a dream
that every girl is looking for.
Love is a way
to make it through a long, rough day.
Love is the smell of a rose
that meets you at your front door with a kiss.
I have given you your share,
and you have left, my son.
Your brother stays,
helps with work just begun.
It has been so long,
so so long.
Your voice jsut a memory,
a memory still strong.
We ride to the place beyond the pines
Through steep hills and broken paths
Unforgiving slopes and twisted turns
On roads well traveled
To a place untouched and unknown
We travel there
He left behind
One(1) fractured cabinet door, split down the middle when he
lost control and slammed it
three(3) broken, burnt out lamps
barriers worse than the Berlin wall and
contraceptives combined
our lives intersect
nonsensical
cyclical conjectures
the hypocrisy
blinding
it slurs and
it curses
“Life sucks. Then you die.”
Said a father to his son
The father was bored at the son’s baseball game
The father never came to another one
Only one vacation to the shore
I want a Son
I want to witness my baby boy’s birth.
I want to show him his promise, his worth.
Last time we saw you I was six, she was three
You fed us, held us, carried us, made us laugh
We loved you, she loved you, but now you're in the past
Still I can't get over how much closer this family would be
