Cynthia BuhainBaello

Silver Star - 3,384 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

A Father's Tears (Free Verse) - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello

Consummate pain
Like a cruel wrench
Gripped his heart
And crushed, it bled
A father's tears.

No words define
His anguished grief
A wretched loss
His own son...
His seed.

The baby he carried
In his arms
And nurtured
In paternal love
Now broken, scarred
A shriveled man
His father's eyes
Now bleed.

He would take him back
To be his child
Return him safely
To his past
No war could touch him
Hidden there
His eyes see through
An hourglass.

My boy, my son!
What have they done?
Your life a mangled mess
What's left to do?
These father's tears
Will not replace
The boy, the man
That I once knew!

May 12,2009 Tarlac City Philippines

Comments about A Father's Tears (Free Verse) by Cynthia BuhainBaello

  • Gold Star - 19,816 Points Ramesh Rai (7/26/2015 3:32:00 AM)

    Grief looses its tolerance when a father has to carry dead body of his son. Truly very touching and sensitive write. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 204 Points Bartholomew A. B. Sarbah (4/25/2015 11:40:00 PM)

    really, fathers are full of love for their children though a few may not....but most at times children do not see I read through this poem I was wandering if the child knew the kind of love his father had for him....good poem... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,778 Points Dorothy- A. Holmes (4/24/2015 10:57:00 AM)

    A lovely verse, a father's love holding on to the man!
    A Poet Who Loves To Sing
    (My middle name is Cynthia) (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 72,031 Points Kelly Kurt (4/11/2015 8:28:00 PM)

    As a father to six, this poem made me tremble and weep. I pray for this world and thank you for sharing your poem, Cynthia.
    Peace (Report) Reply

    Silver Star - 3,384 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (4/20/2015 6:33:00 AM)

    Thank you Kelly Kurt. It was one of my first poems.

  • Gold Star - 14,961 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (2/1/2015 5:56:00 AM)

    I wish I saw this poem the day when most brutal Terrorists on my home land blasted off a passenger bus killing innocent school children and farmer men and women early in the morning few years back. When the President then visited this spot, against security advice, one father carrying his dead child in his hand asked almost same questions. That was the only time we saw tears falling from P's eyes, through public media. This moment became the turning point to the strategies adopted in facing the war. I admire your thinking and marvel your writing. Great! (Report) Reply

    Silver Star - 3,384 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (4/20/2015 6:32:00 AM)

    Thank you Jayatissa K. Liyanage. I hope these terrorists fight like real men and not target defenseless children, fathers can cry too - and they take a long time to forget.

  • Veteran Poet - 1,443 Points Louis Rams (4/26/2012 9:22:00 AM)

    beautifully written! (Report) Reply

    Silver Star - 3,384 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (4/20/2015 6:31:00 AM)

    Thank you Louis Rams, I feel honored.

  • Rookie - 164 Points Michael Gale (1/7/2010 3:19:00 PM)

    Great use of words. Excellently composed. Had the rating or voting been enabled, I would have given it a ten, for sure.

    God bless us all-MJG. (Report) Reply

    Silver Star - 3,384 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (4/20/2015 6:30:00 AM)

    Thank you Michael Gale, I appreciate your reading and comment.

  • Rookie Catherine Mburu (7/9/2009 3:45:00 AM)

    His own son, His seed! that one I like. Keep up the good work. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 111 Points Meggie Gultiano (7/5/2009 5:02:00 AM)

    you did really touched my heart reading this, Cynthia..A heart wrenching piece.
    Well crafted write.Thanks for sharing.God bless you.
    meggie (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, September 25, 2009

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