Not All Fathers Are Dads Poem by Francie Lynch

Not All Fathers Are Dads

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We lived
In our Goodwill bathing suits
During our arduous summer isolation
From school and friends.
They were shiny, silk-like.
The scrotums were always
A size too big,
And so, sagged,
Exposing us like water snakes
Raising heads from darkness.
We sat in the back seat of the Rambler
Like three monkeys,
Towels wrapped sarong-like.
The heated air rose from the hood
As visible reminders.
This was Mammy's idea,
Hoping he would feel obliged
After many hours of hoeing and weeding.
Just an hour at the Beach.
I longed for the sound of slowly crushed stone
Beneath the tires as we backed out.
He emerged from the house,
Walked to the garage,
Never glancing our way,
A half hour later we got out.
But I saw, I heard, and now I speak.
Some fathers are never Dads.

Thursday, June 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sons,family,fathers,relationships
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 02 June 2016

To want for just the simplest thing and then it doesn't happen. Always living on hope. I know this story. How right you are.

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Francie Lynch 02 June 2016

Thanks for the comment, Lyn.

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 June 2016

The last line of your poem: Some fathers are never Dads should have been the title of this poem. As compared to: All fathers aren't Dads. Life has many faces and many colours; as such, you've written a nice poem with the muse of what you went through. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Francie Lynch 02 June 2016

Thanks for the suggestion. I followed up, and changed the title, adding the word, Not.

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Dr. Antony Theodore 22 November 2018

But I saw, I heard, and now I speak. Some fathers are never Dads. Relationship problems, how some cannot communicate, and love and show love....... a very fine poem. tony

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Lea- Beima Dorestin 04 June 2018

Such a powerful poem and sadly true Simply Amazing!

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Lea- Beima Dorestin 04 June 2018

Such a powerful poem and sadly true. Simply amazing!

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Seamus O Brian 11 October 2016

ahhh...that heartsick gulf between a child's hopes and the painful dissipation of those hopes at the will of an unsympathetic parent. I lived such memories, too, and what amazes me is how resilient the hearts of children are. That they will keep on hoping. That they will keep the spark of optimism alive for another day. You have so artistically and poignantly captured that in this piece. Another gem.

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Michael Morgan 02 August 2016

Fathers are subject to endless demands and have many responsibilities. That said, we had a rambler, too. MM

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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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