! Sonnet 59 For Dad Poem by Michael Shepherd
! Sonnet 59 For Dad
I'm thinking, Dad, that soon, maybe, we'll meet;
at least, that's how it seems from what I hear;
the info's not at all clear on this point:
like, where exactly; and what will I wear,
and shall I bring you something; if so, what?
I'm not too easy, Dad, about all this:
like, am I sure to find you in that lot?
And, will we treat each other like - we did,
or as we should now (God knows how you'll be...) :
and, will we need to talk about past pain?
('cos that's what's really, really bugging me...) :
or can we wipe the slate clean, start again?
Dad - were you proud of me? You never said...
Dad - love you; are things better, now you're dead?
Well said, great sonnet. I really like this form, a good poet can put a lot into a Sonnet. You ARE a poet and you put a lot into this one.10++
The last two lines contain questions that I also want to ask, in fact I have a whole lot of questions that I want to ask. It's a pity that I didn't ask them when he was alive, it's the same old story, we simply didn't talk enough.
Written from the heart, enough to move anyone. Nicely done. Best Wishes Helgard
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4/18/2024 11:23:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so very poignant and I relate to it closely.You ask all my questions. A memorable poem, Michael