Fathers Day

Some time ago now,
dreaming of fairytale romance;
Up at dawn;
burnt toast, Spilled milk.
Laughter up the stairs.
Leaping on the bed.

‘I love you daddy.’

Instead I sit.
Cold, alone, watching others enter;
Pity in their eyes.
I sign my permission to kill
Goodbye young one.

On the bed
Exposed and shaking
Lost in another world.
The nurses hand is yours, dreaming of my fairytale romance.
I’m no longer here,
Tears and screams no longer mine,
Until I hear hear the doctor say ‘Calm her down.’

Willing myself not to forget.
The choice was never mine to make.

You never even wished me luck.

Another night down.
Another year older.
Still not forgotten.
The tears still arrive-
Without warning.

But I understand.
So happy Fathers Day.
Here’s your gift.
Sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.

I forgive you.

Very powerful stuff here storm. Thank you so much for sharing it with us. *hugs tight*

Oh gosh Storm. Not sure if I am pleased you posted that, or if I wish I had not read it, is so powerful.

But a sincere thank you, and well done for posting it.

Kisses your cheek, and then sits on the floor near you and hopes you feel my care.

cariad

Don't know what to say except, hope you feel better now. Very powerful, very sad.

storm.

*hugs*

Glad you saw fit to post this. Healing takes a lot of time.

Ed.

Oh damn, this IS strong stuff...not the comfy champagne kind of poem, more like a knock-out whiskey. *hugs* I hope writing and posting this helps to deal with what happened...

Aw, thanks for the nice comments.
I feel a little bad now.
Maybe this will help:



Two peanuts walk into a bar.
One was a-salted.


:)

Thanks for that, storm. That's good stuff to share.

It's nice to see you back here too. :wave:


Tojo

Daaaaamn you really know how to make people cry! Very powerful piece... thanks for sharing it *hugs*

yes...storm you do know how to evoke powerful emotions. Thanks for sharing and I hope that helped.

SB