As Father Dies Poem by Darlene Walsh

As Father Dies

Rating: 2.8


I look out of my front window pane
And this I can see so very plain
A picture of many colors I see
Out in the street, what can it be

Shiny white box, with big blue words
Next to the tree, watched by the birds
Blinking bright on top, crimson ablaze
Me standing at my window in a daze

Rushing and hushing and loud shouting
To the front door they all are crowding
A bed on wheels they rush into the house
Me by my window like a little mouse

Through the door they made such a clatter
I'm not sure what is the matter
Tears in her eyes mom stands and cries
To move from my window I know is unwise

A whirlwind they fly up the stairs
Brother and sister also in tears
I don't know why the sadness grows
Outside my window the cool wind blows

He was mean to me all the time
And I think for me he was sick slime
So I don't understand their teary eyes
I'm alone by my window as father dies

Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
He died a few days later, I shed no tears, it's a long story
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jak Black 26 August 2015

A well written poem, Darlene. Such a sad tale though! I have read this poem several times this morning, not with a critical eye, the poem itself is flawless. Each time I read it I picture the child at the window and wonder why on earth any child should feel so alone and excluded. It's such a shame! From your biography I see that you have found happiness and I am so happy for you.

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Bri Edwards 21 August 2014

Next to the tree watched by the birds..... depending on whether or not a comma is placed after tree, I THINK you mean (without comma) that the birds watched the tree, OR (with comma) that the birds watched the box. yes, sometimes punctuation can be important to the meaning. of course you may be wanting the readers to decide how THEY want to read it. my favorite lines so far: A bed on wheels they rush into the house Me by my window like a little mouse ...............yes, a mouse (or a very little, in-fact-or-in-feeling, girl) might think of things the way the poem 'speaks', like calling an ambulance a box. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i like that you changed the verb tense for this one line. it works well for me. :) Through the door they made such a clatter ............clatter reminds me of the noise santa's reindeer made when they landed on the roof in the poem The Night Before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas, also known as The Night Before Christmas and 'Twas the Night Before Christmas from its first line, is a poem first published anonymously in 1823.... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the last stanza will 'shock' many readers who don't 'know' you, and haven't yet read the poet's note; thanks for the note, by the way. AND Francis Lynch, below, writes And you still call him Father? well, you do NOT call him Father in the body of this poem. you refer to him as father and you don't even write my father, just father. we can't change who our biological father is, no matter how we may wish to do so. ok, in the title it says Father, but PH DOES ask that all words in the title be capitalized! this is a very fine poem. nice, though not forced, rhymes. well done! think about that comma, and other punctuation; i only missed the comma, which maybe wasn't meant to be there anyway. to MyPoemLIst it goes. thanks for sharing. i'll have to be on my guard in future CHALLENGE contests (organized by PH member Brian Johnston) , assuming you submit poems before the deadline. :) bri p.s. i shed no tears when my mom died, (nor when dad died) . they were both good parents, and there were no hard feelings between us. i was MUCH older than you were and they were very old, plus i'm a little 'hard-hearted' i suppose.

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Francie Lynch 01 April 2014

And you still call him Father?

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