A Poem by LeeLee Ryder

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

© 2009 LeeLee Ryder

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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.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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

Posted 13 Years Ago

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.

Posted 13 Years Ago

heartbreakingly beautiful!

Posted 13 Years Ago

Very well expressed. Bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago

This is so wonderful, I like this alot

Posted 13 Years Ago

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

Posted 13 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on November 15, 2009


LeeLee Ryder
LeeLee Ryder

Mtn Extraordinaire, CA

I"m a creative soul involved in community art... (I usually respond to reviews by reviewing the reviewer, so don't feel slighted if I don't say thanks- It's implied -THANKS) future scribes: f.. more..


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