My fathers grave

My fathers grave

A Poem by magenta24uk
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a poem about loss

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My Father’s Grave

 

I never know just when to go,
In the day it’s full of people bringing flowers, bringing tears.
I can’t be myself around them, so I wait until it’s late.
In the darkness, I creep to the grave side.
In the darkness, I bring my heart.
I sit alone and let the silence,
Say the words I can’t impart.
In the lonely, chilly night,
I trace the words bathed in moonlight.
I feel the familiar anger bubble,
I feel the sting of tears, un-cried.
I want to say the things I missed,
I want to run, I want to hide.
Instead I sit and hug my knees,
“Hello dad” I whisper gently,
And feel the words float on the breeze.
Here I’ll sit till my legs ache,
Here I’ll sit till my hands freeze.
A lasting moment with my father.
To say goodbye, just one more time.
To feel he’s with me, to know he loved me.
I think back to all our happy times.
Unsure if I feel consoled or sad.
With a slight smile, I start to rise.
Just one last thing “Goodbye dad”.

© 2013 magenta24uk


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Beautifully worded and excellently phrased! Congrats!

Posted 10 Years Ago


magenta24uk

9 Years Ago

Thank you a hard one to write but I am glad it was readable. :)
This is amazing. It truly is. The pain, the cold, the emotions of wanting to be alone with the memories of your dad are felt and perfectly portrayed. I lost my Father to LS in 2000 so I can relate and I really understand the emotions here. Again excellent work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I am the first one here, to review your this work, and for me the first one...
and my must say i am very touched to read this..your words were completely engrossed with the pain, and the devotion, you had and have for your father...

Pain is always one of the bitter truths of life, we face it also during our lives, and pass it on to our loved ones after death...but then, sadly thats the irony of life..
we struggle entirely through our life to cope up with pain, but still we are never successsful...

i could intensely feel the entire poem but these lines i think were immense

"I sit alone and let the silence,
Say the words I can’t impart.
In the lonely, chilly night,
I trace the words bathed in moonlight.
I feel the familiar anger bubble,
I feel the sting of tears, un-cried.
I want to say the things I missed,
I want to run, I want to hide.
Instead I sit and hug my knees,
“Hello dad” I whisper gently,
And feel the words float on the breeze."
this completely reflected the natural love you had for you dear father....

and also these lines:

"Here I’ll sit till my legs ache,
Here I’ll sit till my hands freeze.
A lasting moment with my father.
To say goodbye, just one more time.
To feel he’s with me, to know he loved me.
I think back to all our happy times.
Unsure if I feel consoled or sad.
With a slight smile, I start to rise.
Just one last thing “Goodbye dad”.

this defined everything else, the blend of love pain, ad the feeling of complete loss you face on losing one of the very precious gem of your life....

nothing else could define this much well...
very well done friend..and i hope you soon be fine:)

a great read and write
well done:)


Posted 10 Years Ago


magenta24uk

10 Years Ago

Thank you. It was tough to write. x
Saumya

10 Years Ago

you r highly welcomed:) i could clearly understand that it was tough for you to write it, because s.. read more

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crawley, RH11 7JU, United Kingdom



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