when my dad died
someone reached
into me
and squeezed
~
until I couldn’t
cry anymore
~
when the surge
subsided
I looked at myself
~
I saw
what I always
misunderstood
~
I saw
a part of
my dad
~
and that
is okay
~
when my dad died
someone reached
into me
and squeezed
~
until I couldn’t
cry anymore
~
when the surge
subsided
I looked at myself
~
I saw
what I always
misunderstood
~
I saw
a part of
my dad
~
and that
is okay
~
Beautiful
thank you
My pleasure
When my father died, my tears stopped functioning. For a few years actually. Until I watched a random movie – terminator 2. In the end when he sacrifices himself, I couldn’t stop crying. I cried and cried.
within 3 months
I lost my father
and my son
~
devastated
I cannot imagine. I was 16 when my father died. It took a long time to not feel like an explosion trapped in a glass box.
On Tuesday I was in the ER with my daughter, just for stitches. I cannot imagine if anything more than superficial happened to my babies.
16 is so young
the pain sounded deafening
~
I hope your daughter heals soon
stitches are always nasty
It broke me, then rebuilt me. I have a song that marked a moment of letting it all go.
As I told my daughter, it’s just back story. After that she had gratitude for the experience.
it’s hard when you don’t see it until after thier gone…but they saw it, so… peace
thank you
That is a tragedy to lose both father and son, and in such a close period of time. You exude much strength in the face of such devastating misfortunes.
My heart goes out to you and your family ♥
It’s been bottled
7 years
it’s time …
I’m sitting quietly listening…
thank you
Thank you for stopping by my blog. Your poems are heart-stopping. Words are always inadequate expressions of a loss – and a loss of this magnitude… I can only say you are a very positive and courageous person and I pray your life is filled with peace.
thanks for reading
and your kind words
I was unable to find an option on your blog to follow on email. That way I can get a message in my inbox every time you put up a post. Did I miss some page?
It is a convenient thing and we are in sync that way.
Have a good week ahead.
sorry, still learning
this blogging thing …
:) I know…. I missed this one too when I began.
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This one resonates with me … I lost my father when I was 14. I wish someone had reached in and squeezed …. I think it was about a decade before I really shed a tear, and, probably about two decades before I cried my heart out.
I’m good at locking things away.
I remember reading
your post about this
~
now matter
the situation
it’s tough saying good-bye
to someone
you love
I am sorry for your loss. You have gone through so much. Letting this out (through your GIFT of writing) is so necessary and healthy for your journey of healing. I lost my dad when I was 22 and keeping it inside only caused me more pain. I hope that you find some comfort and peace as you continue to create with words.
peace
~
always
within
belief, reach
Someday, you will fly, and I imagine your wings will reflect all the beauty of the words you share.
Thank you for your beautiful poems.
~Meredith
every
night
~
I close my eyes
soaring
I am sitting
In the circle
Listening
Too
With heart
thank you
~
for listening
caring
My father lost his mother, his father, his wife, his daughter and his son all within a couple of years. He was left with his four year old daughter to care for. His hands still tremble when he looks at the pictures of my first family. He’s a good man. You sound like a good man, too. I hear you.
your
father’s resilience
is an
extraordinary model
~
thanks
for sharing
I can really relate to this Geo, that happened to me too! Didn’t always get on with my Dad, and after reaching the point of both parents dead, I felt a bit numb by it all. And to my surprise found there was a lot of my Dad within – probably why we clashed so much I guess!!
It’s quite bizarre seeing bit’s of your parents in yourself!
it is strange
probably for them
as well