Poetry…in Motion
Two little boys enjoying their “touching” moment with this adorable farm goat..
Even a simple touch while in bed can lull someone to sleep.
Warm and affectionate touch
What every child need
To develop long -term
Of sense of worth, security
And of emotional resilience
A single touch
Can be worth than a thousand
“I love you’s”
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Friday Foto Fun – Texture by calmkate
Thanks to my daughter Pat for this beautiful photo~~~
~My dearest~
I am but a shadow in the dark
Slowly coming out
Gently whispering
Unto your tormented soul…
“Its gonna be alright”
~Dad~
Not long after you were born
summer arrives,
flowers bloom
as nature prepares itself
for a month long of
sunshine….
You are dependable, friendly
and happier than others;
“the happier you are the
more joy you will share with
the world around you”
that’s what you always say.
You never wanna be famous
or filthy rich
but hey, you were born along
Mark Zuckerberg and John F. Kennedy;
unbelievably amazing
we always thought…
I loved your silly quirky smile
as you received my little
“do it myself” card
“you’re the sweetest”
you’ll say
it melts my heart always.
I never like outdoors,
moreso the beach but
you always wanna celebrate there
so i went with my swimsuit
and sandals every year
only because you insist…
Its not your birthday yet dad
but i missed you.
and i remembered you.
you would have been 66 this year;
thinking of you feels like summer
on a rainy day……
Adored you i wept
In the silence of my heart
I whispered and sighed
I sat beside you
Not a word even to say
Let me walk away
I will thrudge through there
That long narrow road, I’ll be
Walk with me my love
Oh!
Dear hear,
Me, i cry.
Of pain, of hurt.
Of sorrow in tight
Look around you and see
Our world in chaos and fear
Oblivion dawned unto me then
I beg; love unconditionally
Peace begins where selfless love is planted.
P.S.
If we can only love unconditionally….then maybe…just maybe…things would be different..
Our world would be better.
We continue to pray for all those who were killed and injured during the Manchester bombing, the Marawi attack and to all those who have been victims of violent acts recently.
That Summer Morning
On a cold summer morning
I got my phone ringing.
Thinking twas a prank
I ignored and stared at a blank.
A return call message i received
I dialed, hoping i am not deceived.
I heard someone on the other line
Sobbing, crying, weeping in thine.
“He’s gone”, was all i can hear
I wept, i cried ’till i can’t bear.
’twas that summer morning
I heard the news of you leaving.
You left without saying goodbye
It broke my heart in pieces, i could die.
The sun was shining
But the rain came pouring.
Every drop of the rain
Is every drop of my pain.
Will someone wake me up
“You’re dreaming, get up”.
But reality holds true
You’re gone, didn’t know what to do.
Today I woke up with a rain drop falling
A reminder of how much i am longing.
For i remembered, every drop of the rain
Is every drop of my pain.
It’s been seven years dad
And i still felt bad.
On that cold summer morning
You left me while it was raining.
I miss you dad, please come back.
P.S.
The day i started my summer rain theme, was the same day i didn’t know what to write, and the very same day the first heavy summer rain fell.
As the rain came pouring, i kept writing.
Its been a month though.
You all enjoyed my summer rain theme as much as i enjoyed writing them.
Little did i know that this is not just simply about inspiration to write..or a spike for my stats…or a way to touch your hearts.
Today i woke up with a promise I’d move on to another theme.
But then i opened my window curtain and saw the rain drops falling.
And it hit me….
On this very same occassion seven years ago as i opened my window curtain looking at the summer rain falling, that i was told my dad, passed away.
Now i understand where my “summer rain” theme came all the way.
Thanks Dad, you never left me all along.
You lead me to this day. On your death anniversary. As i write each poem. I poured out every single emotion there was in me. That today, i felt a lot better. Better than those early years you were gone.
Thanks Dad… you truely are amazing..even when you are gone!!!
Breathe, i tell myself to breathe
I can’t afford to cry
In front of those who don’t know
The reason why
I lie
About how i feel.
Please don’t be real
Be a figment of my dreams
Don’t have a face
I lie
About what i see
Blinded by the chaos of this city.
In response to NovemberNotes challenge by Sarah of Hearstring Eulogies and Rosema of A Reading Writerl
