Sometimes

SOMETIMES
A Father's Eulogy

Sometimes he knew just the right words to help us recover from our sorrow or shame.
Sometimes he enjoyed chastising us while we were in pain.
Sometimes we'd see the same thing so clearly; we did not have to speak.
Sometimes we'd see the same thing so differently, we'd yell and shout to fight it out or would not speak.
Sometimes he was distant, surrounded by cigarette smoke.
Sometimes he was present, with dunkin' donuts and a joke.
Sometimes he would insist and encourage.
Sometimes he would ignore or discourage.
Sometimes he would watch and wait.
Sometimes he would hug and tell us about our fate.
That…..
Sometimes we'd have to play the game of give and take.
Sometimes we'd have to take a stand and consider what was at stake.
Sometimes we'd have to let go and walk away.
Sometimes we wouldn't want to choose because either way we'd loose.
Sometimes we'd have to surrender the day and just pray.
Some time when our soul's fire expire,
We'll close our eyes to feel life's current,
Then realize that after all is said and done,
Our loves and lives are experienced as Some Times.

By Yovette MumfordMarkey, December 2013
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