Logan Rheinst

Rookie (7/22/89 / Rochester NY)

Father - Poem by Logan Rheinst

Father who are you?
Where have you gone?
Did I do something,
something so wrong?

My memories of you,
diseased at the seams.
Are not very bold,
and hard to believe.

In video clips,
I called you my daddy.
In photograph snips,
I clung to you happily.

This is all that remains,
of the life I once had.
So very little,
I can hold it all in one hand.


Comments about Father by Logan Rheinst

  • john tiong chunghoo (4/23/2006 12:53:00 AM)


    really touched by these lines:

    This is all that remains,
    of the life I once had.
    So very little,
    I can hold it all in one hand.

    great poet in the making.
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  • Brian Dorn (4/22/2006 11:59:00 PM)


    Logan, lots of questions, very few answers... a very intimate and sensitive write on a difficult subject. Nice job!
    Brian
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  • (4/22/2006 11:35:00 PM)


    Thats so sad, but i really like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 22, 2006



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