It was a lovely experience,
To live with a man
for thirty years,
The years slipped away one by one,
Yet his face remains in my memory,
It relieves me when I am
in the desert of gloom,
when the world becomes poisonous for me,
With all its ugliness,
His beautiful smile takes away
every pain.
I still remember the
fingers,
Holding them I saw the world,
I still remember the lap,
Sitting there I learned to dream,
The dream of innocent adolesence,
The dream of magnificent youth,
He never raised an eyebrow on my demands,
But those of illegitimate nature.
But O my heart, O heart,
Where I shall meet him again,
Probably in the next world,
Of reward and punishment.
Often I visit his resting place,
With the deluge of tears
in my eyes,
My heart throbes,
my tongue sticks in my throat,
Being absolutely speechless,
I return home remembering,
His
unbounded love.
He was the embodiment of compassion and love,
He was my beloved father.
Really heart touching poem. It is an emotional and spontenous thought that has been composed in state of rapture. It seems that words themselves come out and set in a beautiful order. I like it very much.
A loving, warm and tender poem, in relation to your father! I too, have had the loss, many years ago, but he always remains with me, every single day. I invite you, to read my poem, called 'My Father', page 30-poem 588. I'm sure you'll see, we both, had very strong ties! Thanks, for the invite and thanks again, for your critique, on my poem, 'A Better Life'.
IT MADE ME TEARY EYES & THAT'S UNUSUAL FOR ME LOSING SOMEONE IS VERY PAINFUL & ESPECIALLY SOMEONE SO CLOSE READING THIS JUST MAKE ME THINK OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE! ! ! ! *
A heart warming piece of a great character who's name is Father! Very touching.
'Gone too Soon.' I'm at a loss for words. Such a great love between father and son. How precious: I felt every word of this poem. And am sorry that he had to go away. My deepest condolences to you.
This is one of the most beautiful tributes I have ever read to a father, sometimes when in life they steer us with a firm hand we object. However when we look back, they always did it with a golden heart. Superb. A ten.
I can feel the struggle here to move on, minus such a loving presence. But someone told me something beautiful the other day; that our loved ones are still inside us in a sense and if we try we can feel their hallowed presence and a sort of peace. So I intend to try that the next time I feel sorrowful. But this is a lovely tribute to a father's love. (and I can tell that you had a most amazing father)
The words in this poem are so beautiful, they tell the story of the great love you shared with your father. It brought tears to eyes, great poem Mohd.10+
I was really affected by your poignant and sensational poem...I felt that your heart and emotions are writing the lines not your hand...I really salute you for this brilliant work! May our fathers rest in peace... Merna
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It touched my heart...very good.