His Story

His Story

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

His Story

 

searching under my pillow

for one more breath of him

one more bend of my ear

 

to hear old stories

gazing at his once clean shaven

now Grizzly Adams face

that proposed so much

without a word

 

i listened for hours

absorbed

mesmerized by the impact

he had on my life

 

father/son

friend/companion

fishing buddy/ life coach

gone now/but not

memory/smile

 

voice still heard in my heart/ silent

 

i don't need prayer to read his lips

i just focus on who he was

and the image speaks volumes

 

into the radio memory

i listen to every night

before i lay my head

against his laugh.

 

erin-cilberto

7/1/2020

© 2020 jacob erin-cilberto


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It is so sweet of you to tribute your father with such a heartwarming poem—your father must be proud of you.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I really miss him...thank you for your kind words, Lale.
j.
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Gee
Love this Jacob, feeling of love, respect laid bare.
Hope you are well.
Let's hope Maxwell and to her revelations bring Trumpy down :))

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, Gee,
j.
This is very moving tribute by a son to his late father. It sounds as though the son had proper appreciation of the father while he still lived, which is comforting to hear. It serves as an antidote to the tales of acrimony and bitterness that are so commonplace now.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you, John...all who really knew him, respected him much.
j.
They never do leave us Jacob. We are moulded from the same material and although individual, the grown child marvels at the traits inherited.
They are after all our life role model, where we smile at the similar, and give a lot of leeway to the flaws inherited too.
That Grizzly Adams face is still his little kids, beard or no.
I wonder if there was a smile on his face and a whispered "That's my boy", as he reclined on his cloud reading this.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

reclining on his cloud reading a book, i can just picture that...Yes the older i am getting, i do se.. read more
Vivid details to bring this best friend to life. Reminds me of my best friend (RIP five years) & I still think of him this way (as lively & vital as described in your poem) a couple times a week (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


barleygirl

1 Month Ago

This is one of the best summers I've had in a decade. I'm really loving my little enclave here & oft.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

I am teaching an online class which is keeping me somewhat sane.
I am so tired of this seclus.. read more
barleygirl

1 Month Ago

I've had a decade to get good at isolation. It was excruciating at first! I understand!
Jacob - I always get so much from what you say. I wish I could do the same.

Take care friend - Dave

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

your poems are delightful, Dave...always so full of vivid imagery...I love reading them...
th.. read more
This poem is such a great example of what they say, that people don't die, they keep living in our hearts. I can't add anything more for the fact that you said it all here. I felt it totally.

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind words, and feeling it, Peston.
j.
Pestonjee

1 Month Ago

You're most welcome dear sir.
This moved me so much, to miss someone so loved is always hard and at times we need their energy to adapt and carry on, focusing on who they were, a wonderful way to remember and honour and to feel them close...I love that, wonderful poetry and sentiments Jacob :)

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

he is always close to me in my thoughts, Ruth...thank you for your kind words,
j.
(voice still heard in my heart/ silent i don't need prayer to read his lips i just focus on who he was and the image speaks volumes) I know this feeling well my friend. I always enjoy your words Jacob. ~Sharon

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

thank you for your kind review, Sharon,
j.
I remember mine making a small boat that we both putted in over to Bowen Island for a nights camping together
We slept on an outdoor stage and were wakened in the middle of the night by one of the local police
Can't remember boating back
We tailed off in later life basically because I was an a*****e
Enjoyed your write

Posted 1 Month Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Month Ago

But you have a great memory there, Dave...hold on tightly to that.
thank you,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. Friending works two ways. If we have had .. more..

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