Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Becoming The Man My Father Always Was(For Brian D) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Becoming The Man My Father Always Was
(for Brian D)

Each night
I would follow you

through the rituals
of what you had to do

being Daddy.

I wanted to be Daddy too.

Mimicking your gait
becoming an exact

of you

trailing along
in your footsteps

like a lone seagull
following in the wake

of some great ship
of state

watching the water

'til it was all bubbles

then letting it
calm down

before filling my mother's
hot water bottle

carrying it to her side
like a lover's gift.

I was
your little shadow.

She'd always smile:
'Thank you Danny! '

'That's alright love
was always the answer.

These the ritualistic words
in the hot water bottle ceremony.

Then he'd teach the clock
to bong

adjusting it with his hands
and wind up Time

so that it spit tick & tocks
all through the night

then go lock doors
turn keys
draw bolts.

'That's it, son! '

I used to imagine
being you

and now I am
my own man

winding up Time

bringing my missus
the gift of a hot water bottle

(the gift of me)

both equally
heart warming.

'Thank you Donall! '
she always smiles.

'That's all right love! '
I always answer.

Me the man
i am

because of you.

Comments about ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Becoming The Man My Father Always Was(For Brian D) by Dónall Dempsey

  • (10/24/2007 9:56:00 AM)

    I think you have inherited your Dad's kindness and then created your own special kind...that's how I would sum you up...yup...you are the kindest man I know! Now I want to meet your Dad! And you have a brother or two...mmmmm....interesting! I would love to be killed with kindness. This is a simply delightful poem and following you through from child to man is just such a lovely touch. As well as learning you how to wind up time(which is what poems are!) he thought you tenderness.

    love Dee De

    love Dee De

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  • (10/24/2007 9:10:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem. You have obviously inherited your Dad's goodness and kindess. I'm glad the ritual of the hot water bottle is still in place! It was lovely to see the flow from child to mind and the same things coming around again. You have learnt well!

    Gina XXX

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 17, 2012

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