Charles Chaim Wax


A Bold Mission Coming To Naught - Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

“It’s funny, ” I said
to Henry F and Dilly
in the Teacher’s Center,
“how all our fathers are dead
and how all of us experienced
a tortured relationship
with the old man
leaving scars.”
Henry F said, “He was a cruel man
beat my mother
and when he beat her
I vowed revenge
when I got older
but when I did get older
I never took that revenge”
“The man threw you out of
the house because you married
that Panamanian woman? ”
“Didn’t speak
for two years
called him
didn’t call me back
then cancer struck
declined quickly
in the hospital
I went with my wife to visit
wanted him to bless
the marriage before he died—
childish
but I wanted it.
When I arrived
my mother said, ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea
for her to see him.’ I said, ‘Ma, he’s dying
can’t still have such feelings.’
‘Your father’s very stubborn.’
‘I’m stubborn too’
‘Go up alone or not at all, ’
my mother said. I was heartbroken
my dream of harmony
shattered
then
I remembered when
he didn’t attend
his own father’s funeral.
I went upstairs alone
now so frail
not the man
who beat my mother
lost weight
eyes closed
I shook him
a yellow film dulled
his eyes
making the pupils
appear distant. ‘Hello, dad, ’ I said
didn’t utter a word
only stared
kissed him on the cheek
left
no reconciliation
dead
two days later
refused the funeral.
like him
when
his old man croaked.”


Comments about A Bold Mission Coming To Naught by Charles Chaim Wax

  • (3/7/2006 3:46:00 AM)


    a gentle touching
    poem
    where every day
    is a holiday
    when that special one
    is at your side
    and every moment
    is eternal
    matchless
    beauty
    a fine poem
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  • (3/7/2006 3:46:00 AM)


    a gentle touching
    poem
    where every day
    is a holiday
    when that special one
    is at your side
    and every moment
    is eternal
    matchless
    beauty
    a fine poem
    (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2006 9:32:00 PM)


    Thanks, thanks, good Charles Chaim Wax

    Charles Chaim Wax-You -my beloved home
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  • (3/4/2006 9:25:00 PM)


    Thanks, thanks , good Charles Chaim Wax (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2006 7:33:00 AM)


    dear charles, you have this wonderful knack of converting otherwise ordinary narratives into wonderful poems.i like and appriciate them all.are a teacher?
    and remain at 6.best wishes.
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  • (12/16/2005 7:42:00 PM)


    hearts hurt
    no matter their denial
    our pain
    their pain
    intertwines
    and what do we do
    when all that is left
    is a bitter good~bye?
    When we are left holding the bag?
    We make the best
    because we are what is left.
    This is a poignant and beautifully portrayed part of life. I relate, my father and I we were not close and I got to him an hour too late as he died of a heart attact. Good~bye was not an option.
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  • (11/16/2005 6:48:00 AM)


    How tragically beautiful in thought and word, Charles. A paradox of suffering, but you creatively expressed it for us to feel what you did. I love your expressive words here. Are you really just five? :) (Report) Reply

  • (11/8/2005 7:24:00 PM)


    First, I want to thank you for your feedback on some of my work. I always appreciate hearing what you have to say.

    Your poem moved me...stirred up some emotions...but that's what a good poem does...i look forward to reading more of your work!
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 2, 2005



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