My Father

My father was born in Russia and, at age two moved to Cairo. He told me he got dressed like a beggar, and knocked on his front door. He was always a character! He died at age 96, still sharp ...

       

My FATHER ...

With crying and dismay my father died …

remembering his sky blue eyes once more.

Although, not young, his loss I cannot hide

upon my morning walkings' quiet shore.

With much of him, my memories fill dreams;

of tiny tadpoles caught in nearby streams.

Along wet edges, I played without fear;

I'd always known my father would be near.

Joy's starlite opens Heaven's dreaming past,

as silky drops of twilight linger on.

True, time has passed, my father dear is gone …

still knowing, dreams of him will surely last.

Author's Note

This is my first try at a Rhyming Quatrain.
Would love to know what you think about it.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

Hello my new friend ... first of all i just love the photograph of your father .... how different times were then .
My own father passed away 50 years ago now , but still his image and words are clear in my mind .
This is the purpose of memories ... to keep love alive :)

[Blunt--Instrument]

I was touched by the sentiment in your tribute to your father. I don't know much about poetry structure but I sure know a lot about love. This is a winner !!

[Lisasview]

What a lovely heartfelt review...
Thank you so very much,
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

Well done you for attempting new forms Lisa. I found the rhyme scheme interesting. This is a beautiful and heartfelt tribute to your Father’s memory. It is clear to this reader how much he was loved. 96 is a good age. Loved the tadpoles.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Thank you Chris,
One of our Sunday outings was to go to a park close by and catch tadpoles and feed the squirrels..
Lisa

[Chris Shaw]

Such wonderful memories Lisa. They can bring on a smile :)

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely share and a lovely write. Hats off to your father such a accomplishment in his journey of his survival.

[Lisasview]

This is the first poem I have ever written about a family member.. I enjoyed writing it.
Not quite sure what you mean when you say in his journey of his survival....
Lisa

[andrew mitchell]

We all have a journey and survival is more of how we make a living.

[Cherrie Palmer]

This is a home run.
I loved every word. With layered emotions and a sound foundation you create a loving tribute.

[Lisasview]

Wow, loving every word really means so much to me. Thank you so much...
My father was quite character. He was up and working on a script at 4 every morning... always filled with creative ideas. Made movies all over the world. Although he was gone a lot of the time...when he was home it was wonderful.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“With much of him, my memories fill dreams;
of tiny tadpoles caught in nearby streams.”
Hello my friend Lisa. Hope you are doing better every day. What a precious photo of your beloved father you gift us with here! Your words and images of tender memories draw his essence for us. Love the anecdote about him dressing like a beggar too. Your beautiful tribute honors his soul. The form of Rhyming Quatrain is new to me and you’ve done a wonderful job with it. Take good care?

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for reviewing and wishing me the best in my recovery.
I really enjoyed writing a rhyming quatrain.
Did you read my Awaken poem...I think you might like it.
Yes, the actual story is that my father put together al the pieces he is wearing in the photo including what he is carrying. He went out the back window and came to the front door. He told me he was certain that his parents would not recognise him! His father who was a painter and photographer captured the moment. My father was a great story teller...
Lisa

[Neville]

You are very brave attempting a rhyming quatrain, certainly braver than me and by the looks of it, you have done a decent job .. I particularly like the wording and subject matter which combine to make a fine and fitting tribute and dedication to an obviously much loved father.

Neville, for some reason, still thinking about your clavicle :)

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for always leaving reviews that inspire me to write more.
Lisa, still dealing with my painful clavicle

[Neville]

you are most welcome

[emmajoygreen]

Fathers are special in so many ways and your poem, those words, show the strength of your and your father's relation, it's wonderful. Memories cling, we want to hang onto them; they become part of each and ever one. You have, Lisa.. this is is a very special tribute to your shared love.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so much for your very kind review Emmajoy...
Lisa

[Pete]

a touching tribute. hope springs eternal. memories are ours forever. the body is a temporary house for the soul. well said and nice format ... :)

[Lisasview]

Delighted you enjoyed my poem and the format.
It was not easy, for many reasons, to write...
Lisa

[Soren]

First the poem itself is a wonderful tribute to a man that did his job as a father. father's are to provide a sense of security and safety. The Quatrain read well and held true to the end. A lovely write.

[Lisasview]

Thank you so very much for your lovely ~ thoughtful review!
I so appreciate it.
Lisa