To My Father Poem by Richard Wlodarski

To My Father

Rating: 5.0

Finding photograph
Father and I
Once forgotten
God's country
Home to the youth of yesterday
Waking up
Another breath of fresh air
Earthy slimy worms
Caught with the hands of this child
Now a sumptuous breakfast
Fish biting all of the time
A wonderful adventure
Father and son
A flood of memories
Dad throwing the ball and
My not catching it
And the next one
And the next
And the next
The art of learning through mistakes
'I caught it, Dad'
Reverberating in my mind
Papa recounting stories
His trials and tribulations
My listening attentively
Desperately trying
Not to cry
Papa taught me that real men never cry

Holding back the tears is so perverse

Dad working hard saving for a rainy day
Living for today so much easier

Daddy reading
Bedtime story
Stormy weather
Campfire burning all night

Saturday, November 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: joy,laughter,loss,love,memories,patience,sadness
M.J. Lemon 29 September 2022

Brilliant, Richard. It is in such memories and relationships that we see we are made and shaped even well after we enter this world.

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Richard Wlodarski 30 September 2022

...after we enter and leave this world. M.J., your very positive response is so very meaningful to me because this poem is very close to my heart. Thank You so very much, my friend!

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Dennis Spilchuk 13 June 2022

Sentimental and heartwarming. Nicely done.

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Richard Wlodarski 13 June 2022

Sincerest thanks, Dennis for your very positive response!

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John Beaton 14 September 2018

I enjoyed this reminiscence of days with your father, Richard. It's strange how fishing is so often a linchpin in a father-son relationship. I too remember the worms.

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Richard Wlodarski 19 September 2018

I'm glad that you enjoyed it, John. I still remember waking up so early to catch those slimy worms. Well worth it because we caught some pretty darn good fish!

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Valsa George 23 October 2017

As we grow older, our attachment to parents become stronger especially after they are deceased! Memories too lengthen like evening shadows! This poem is a beautiful sharing of your childhood activities with your father. It is evident that he was not merely a loving father, but a sweet companion too who played with you and shared stories with you! This loving tribute is the overflowing of love towards a father from a dear son!

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Richard Wlodarski 24 October 2017

Valsa, your very kind words and insights have made me shed tears of joy. Thank you so much for your generous gift.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 19 September 2017

Father and son association is much less i observe here more women care for their kids go see malls and cafes mom and child in USA /CANADA

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Richard Wlodarski 24 October 2017

An astute observation! Thank you for reading and commenting.

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