DADDY'S EYES

Dedicated to Dad

 Daddy's eyes

Pops, Dad? Papa? Daddy?

I never knew what to call him

Tootsie? Polly? Bootsie? Bebe?

I never knew who I should be

He kept his life a secret

He hid his feelings deep inside

Few words, few heartbeats shared

What was the truth, was it all lies

I didn't know for sure til three months ago

We laughed, we cried, we hugged, we shared

I knew then, that he knew his own heart

And it was easy for us both to give up the past

His last breath took my breath away

Life stood still for a few brief hours

A few days later

An empty shell of himself laid before me

The coffin was now shut & he was alone in the dark

I cried out loud for the first time

But it wouldn't be the last as he slipped into my memory

I still see him when I look in the mirror

He'll always be here

Cause I've got my Daddy's eyes

Reviews

[Bubo]

Yes............I relate to this deeply........and how strange we feel the same when we face a mirror.........truly heartfelt writing of a bitter sweet pain.

[Ian]

Before he passed you cherished everything you did with him because you probably didn't know him that much.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes I understand this poem. I see my father face now too with age added on. A excellent poem. My Father didn't talk much either. I believe his life was hard. Wasn't worth talking about. Thank you for sharing the poem.
Coyote

[cest la vie]

heartbreakingly beautiful!

[JustKeith]

Very well expressed. Bravo!

[deeps]

This is so wonderful, I like this alot

[mystic soul]

awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 10/10........