Ode To Dad... Poem by Spirit Music Hope

In the chamber of somber memories,
I beheld my father in slumber's embrace,
A visage I wish not etched within my mind,
For what solace lies in witnessing his plight?

Once, I saw him a titan, a superhero grand,
A notion familiar to all sons and daughters.
When Bruce Banner turned green, a raging Hulk,
I sought refuge beneath sheets, assured he'd shield me.

He, adorned with strength, my idol and guide,
Save for his eccentric fashion sense of yore,
Mustache, flared pants, and vibrant floral shirts,
A 70's action star in a modern world.

But youth's embrace transformed my path,
Adolescent fervor engulfed my soul,
A rockstar's spirit beckoned my rebellious stance,
Drenched in disdain for the world's unfolding.

In my misguided conviction of rock and roll,
I distanced myself, heaping blame upon his name,
As if he were the root of all my misfortune,
A prisoner in a realm where friends were solace.

Together we embarked on explorations grand,
Fueling curiosity with boundless wonder,
Yet, when I teetered on life's treacherous edge,
He offered understanding and absolution rare.

His forgiveness became my beacon of hope,
A second chance bestowed upon my frailty,
Guided by his steady hand, I mended my path,
His love, the catalyst for my redemption.

As I gazed upon his slumbering form,
An unfamiliar image, a different guise,
I sensed the weight of his struggles and pains,
And my own heart ached in unison.

Our bond, a tapestry of love and animosity,
Where my resentment far outweighed his own,
Yet, in that moment, touching his silvered hair,
A surge of unconditional love enveloped my being.

Delving deep into the recesses of my mind,
I saw reflections of his footsteps echoing mine,
His past, shrouded in mystery and silence,
An enigma, his childhood's tale untold.

All I know, he possesses an unwavering spirit,
Tangled thoughts that playfully dance with my mother's,
Jokes and riddles interlaced with his being,
Chess his addiction, children his cherished joy.

And his work, a testament to unwavering ethics,
In this narrative, I am but the heir to his legacy,
Yearning to bear the mantle of his name,
A junior, worthy of the title he bestows.

May he rise once more, reclaim his strength,
For we, kindred spirits, have defied expectations,
Bouncing back to confound the skeptics,
Lunatic bastards, daring to prove them wrong.

Oh, father, reveal to me your superhero's guise,
Together, our shared blood courses through our veins,
United, wielding our individual powers,
We shall mend the broken pieces of this chaos.

Now, it is my turn to be your guiding light,
To help you navigate the labyrinthine mess,
For love and devotion intertwine our souls,
As father and child, forever intertwined.