Sylvia Thomas

Rookie (Los Angeles)

Father - Poem by Sylvia Thomas

Wake up to find,
broken bones on barren earth,
face and hands saturated
with this unfamiliar dirt.

On the dying ground,
I was forced to be confined,
Alone with lock that bears no keyhole,
Here alone till end of time.

Days and nights were all the same,
Darkened sky or blazing heat,
No respite from suffering,
Not even into restful sleep.

Till the day my rescuer came
To my hidden holding place,
Brought by some divine providence
To read the pain smeared in my face.

He reached out,
and broke the barrier
dividing me from
the living world.

His smile gave me strength,
his warmth brought me hope
and brought me home.
I love him,
because he


Comments about Father by Sylvia Thomas

  • Manonton Dalan (9/25/2008 2:58:00 AM)

    you are blessed to be home again. give thanks. thank you very much for sharing.md (Report)Reply

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  • Dee Daffodil (9/6/2006 9:32:00 AM)

    Wow....That is very touching. It is one of those poems that leaves you tingling....where all you can say after reading it is....wow! ! ! Very strong feelings provoked by this. It sounds like your father is truly your hero in your eyes. Wonderful write!
    Hugs,
    Dee
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010


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