Ode To A Father

The Following was written from the perspective of my dear friend who lost her father back in the beginning of the year. This is kind of a freestyle poem I like to say because it doesnt really have a flow and in parts it doesnt rhyme in the coventiona

It's funny you know,

the methods time uses to pass by. 

amidst amusement, a superluminal flow.

But exponentially slowing the last tics of a 9 to 5.

allowing the darkest of beings virtual immortality,

yet the brightest of souls exist with a maddening brevity.

Time's perplexing duality, is it even worth attempting to comprehend?

both biased and just, gentle and callous, a myriad of confusion thriving with no apparent end.

Is there something reprehensible with letting the good live long?

Is it unfair to ask for just enough time for one to finish life's song?

why this man? He was good to the core.

Instilled in me all that is good that is for sure.

would read me bedtime stories of various folklore.

If way out of line would leave my tail sore.

he would hold me close and say how much he loved me.

knew how to ease my mind when I felt like nothing.

A man who understood my quircks and idysyncracies

when others assumed I was consumed with lunacy.

Listened to my dreams and aspirations, never calling me foolish.

and through my times desperation, would say, i'll help you through this.

A soul so strong who touched many lifeforces other than my own,

his passing has caused ripples the levels of which I may truly never know.

What I do know is that I miss my father.

Mi Papi.

mijn vader.

mio padre.

mon père.

I want no need him here. this isnt fair.

I need to hear him say my darling, my dear.

who will wipe my tears, cheer my cheers,

make things clear, ease my fears.

He took with him a sizable portion of me. but in hindsight I suppose it is fair because he cleverly left a sizable portion of himself within me.

I know the days henceforth will be hard.

However I do know he is here in my heart.

Knowing this helps to ease my sorrow.

And I know that throughout his eternal slumber he will also be guiding me through all of my tomorrows.

Reviews

[AJ Rosterbom]

Beautiful and poignant. I really felt it.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Beautifully written! Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Rambling Prose]

'Tis a beautiful tragedy and you penned it beautifully.

Mi Papi.

mijn vader.

mio padre.

mon p�re.

Simply love it...

[Alicia Isabella Lane]

WOW this is amazing ... so powerful it was hard to get through because it touched so close to similar circumstances of my own ... just speachless.