My Father Poem by Lotlot Diaz
My Father
Its been a year now, dear father
since the day you left us here,
and yet somehow we feel that
you are just around, close and near.
Mother keeps your bag in the closet
she dust it every now and then;
the letters you wrote,
she never gets tired of reading
again and again.
The brushes you used,
the woods you used to paint,
the cigarettes filter that you have
left in the ashtray,
full of paint shirt you used to wear,
They are all just around
like you are just sitting somewhere in the house
Just like the old times.
I dont remember much about you.
You left when i was small,
small enought
that even the way you looked,
I simply cannot recall.
I never saw you in flesh
and i never heard your voice;
I never experience urging you
to buy me a toy.
You didnt live to see me crawl,
How i learn to sit and walk,
you never got the sweet confution
of listening to my baby talk.
But mother tells me how great you were,
How warm and loving you have been,
that though our days with you were few,
Priceless and dear, they'lle always mean.
When future friend shall ask about you,
i shall lead them to our wall,
were hang the pictures of a man
whos handsome, fair and tall.
This is a beautiful piece, you can feel the saddness of never knowning your father. but, on the other hand you have others to tell you what he was like, and you can picture him as you would like. nicely done Annette.
Really sensational and poignant. Poem fits my thought as well, for I too can not remember my farther in blood and flesh. Please read my poem 87 Father Unseen.... Remembered. Nicely worded. Thanks for sharing.
Close and near! ! May his soul rest in peace. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I am touched very much by the simpleness of this loveliest poem. You have written a poem straight from the heart, dear girl. I have lost my beloved father when I was very young too, but not that young as you. Yes, like your Paa is handsome, is mine too. I have also a wall. I like very much to read and reread your amazing write. Your deep love is engraved in this poem. You have a caring and loving mum. May your beloved father rest in peace.
The impact of the sad demise of a great father has been beautifully painted. Every child within a reader will love this poem, and read it till the end.Thanks dear poetess for sharing the poem. 10++++
Beautiful rendition of words in an unusual blend of tragedy and joy. It's a sad and a happy story, elegantly brought forth from the heart with conviction. Awesome paradox. Thanks for sharing Lotlot.
Good work, poet. Your words have invited us into your home and into your heart. We share with you the difficulty of a father gone before he could complete his final work- his children. But you have taken up his brush, and you paint with words. I am sure that he is proud of his young artist. Thank you again.
This is a poem of sadness describing about a father who is no more. Your feeling has been so nicely penned. I am sorry dear Lotlot that you are deprive of your father' affection. May his soul rest in peace. May God bless your family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nicely written piece, Lotlot. Thanks