Michael Ardizzone

Rookie - 0 Points (February 10th,1986 / New Jersey, US)

Father - Poem by Michael Ardizzone

I never knew the lonely
long dark hours before my father
brought light or warmth into the house
with matches bought from corner shops.

I hadn't felt the lonely
patronage of my father's clean hands,
his calloused and overused hands
that carried my mother's love

(a love that was always burning,

careless and wild but endearing.
A newly lit match.)

The nights were dreams and days
were thunder and the numbing pounding
of rain against unwilling sidewalks
and their brothers, the sloped roofs.

Now, overdressed unknowns wander
a funeral parlor. They cry
(and wonder why they do)
for the calloused old man they knew-
the stiff man who rained and thundered
out of a withdrawn sky.

They wonder how such a man
could have so many mourners.
They could not remember the long dark hours
where fires-unquenched by rain,
unextinguished by wind-
so long had burned, unwitnessed.


Comments about Father by Michael Ardizzone

  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (3/22/2008 12:23:00 AM)

    the sacrifices they've made are something..........shines like diamonds......... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2008



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