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My dad



Seashores empty…
 Strolling through the sand
Washing warm, the waves of memory
Here from where I stand

Whitewash sails
Jetting in the distance
Reminiscing fondly
 Of my loving dad

He loved to sail
Longed to be free, to fly
I saw it, like seagulls
Lofting up within his eyes

Although, worry in mine
With waters so deep
Fatherly arms surrounding
Keeping me close to his seat

Capturing the rhythms of the breeze
He yelled to taking stern command
And harnessing it onto canvas
All with steady hand

It was a wonder to behold
As he became the wind
Upon the water
Or did they… become him?

In awe
We cut through wave
Like the glorious whales
He to a vessel, commendeering brave

Here, upon vastly open seas
Far…...far...beyond the break
Was the young boy inside my dad
Just beginning to wake

He died, after that summer
Hence, solace and serene
And here alone I stand missing him painfully
Hoping, that it was not all just a dream

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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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