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!
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May 12,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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.
Nice poem... can sense he sadness... here's my share: D Losing a loved one is painful A child gets more in grief Same flesh and blood, once grateful Death came sudden like a thief
Grief looses its tolerance when a father has to carry dead body of his son. Truly very touching and sensitive write.
really, fathers are full of love for their children though a few may not....but most at times children do not see it....as I read through this poem I was wandering if the child knew the kind of love his father had for him....good poem...
A lovely verse, a father's love holding on to the man! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing (My middle name is Cynthia)
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you did really touched my heart reading this, Cynthia..A heart wrenching piece. Well crafted write.Thanks for sharing.God bless you. Hugs, meggie