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  • Farewell To My Father

    It was December morn,
    aboard the ferry to where I was born
    It’s been ten years and I dreaded my return,
    to my sweet, ancestral home.
    Saltiness in the air,
    I felt in my hair.
    I used to long for this kind of journey,
    childhood memories played back suddenly.

    As the ferry docked at the pier,
    people gathered everywhere...
    long awaited services,
    pesos for transports and carried baggages.

    Small children, bare-naked,
    swam around and waited.
    For tossed coins they craved...
    down at the cold bottom they braved...

    The noise deaden my senses.
    as the man counted the census...
    off the boat I went.
    Into the vehicle... thus, bereft.
    When I gazed behind me, dust proliferated the road.
    Long, stretched-out, soon to corrode.

    Parked cars overflowed the street...
    Where we played hide and seek.
    Familiar faces I’ve seen...
    Greeted each other, “ How’ve you been?”

    In the house, fragrant flowers abound,
    Mother seemed much older behind her shroud.
    Vigil prayers uttered,
    The copper casket surrounded.
    The vigil lasted two days later,
    Paid my respect to my dear father.
    In the room where great words were uttered,
    about my beloved father, I once have wondered.

    Now, I realized a man yet imperfect,
    laid down to rest, to meet his Maker.
    Allow me now to interject:
    He remained just and kind as I remembered.
    Served his fellowmen with heart and soul... uncorrupted.
    And these had proven himself a great man... interrupted.




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    note: My very first poem
    Last edited by imrogue; 06-17-2016, 05:09 AM.

  • #2
    a beautiful and touching image you have painted here!
    In the house, fragrant flowers abound,
    Mother seemed much older behind her shroud.

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    • imrogue
      imrogue commented
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      that's another favorite line of mine because I vividly remembered how my mom looked then and how I felt her pain as well.

    • Suz-zen
      Suz-zen commented
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      This is so real, I believe for so many of us. i saw my grandmother in my mind's eye, when I read this after my grandfather had died. She was sitting in a chair in her kitchen. I had seen her only a week before. In that time, 7 days, her face ,stricken with grief and loss had aged her more years than i could count. that was more than 20 years ago and your words had the memories flood back like it was yesterday. Powerful writing my friend. Powerful. Along with the fragrant flowers... big sigh...big tears.

  • #3
    Oh man, I feel it my friend, Not only have I lost my love, but my Dad as well just three years ago. I grieve with you my friend. This work of "art" bespeaks of a man possessed with love for his Dad, I am so sorry for your loss..

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    • imrogue
      imrogue commented
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      I am sorry for your loss too.

    • Robert Wendt
      Robert Wendt commented
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      You are too kind my friend Too kind

    • Robert Wendt
      Robert Wendt commented
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      Its true I love my Dad and I miss him but Michelle has nearly done me in.. She came along just when I had lost my wife of nearly 30 years. She saved me, only to get terribly ill. I miss her so much,, Its been 233 days and there has not been one of those days that I have not shed tears. Its simply killing me as surely as a malignant tumor..

  • #4
    Beautiful tribute! The mingling of memories, going home for a sad occasion...yet you painted a vivid picture and I could walk with you there through your words. Thank you for sharing - quite a wonderful work for your very first poem!

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    • #5
      Yes I agree totally, and this poem hits home, especially for me

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      • #6
        Thanks to all for reading this poem... this is the one that deeply touch my heart.

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        • #7
          Too good for a first my friend

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          • #8
            Remember your are expected to get better from here. (Good luck)

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            • #9
              It is a vivid description of your journey of farewell; it drew me in with its eye for details and descriptive strength. This could easily have been sentimental and overwrought, but you've made it a moving meditation. I salute, imrogue.

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              • imrogue
                imrogue commented
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                Grant, thank you, you're so kind just like other poets hereI To tell you the truth...had teary eyes as I was writing this one and choked up in every line I penned....

              • grant hayes
                grant hayes commented
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                We all experience the pain of grief and loss, imrogue, but it's another matter to write well about it. And by writing well, I mean capturing that experience in such a way that it transcends its source in you and becomes moving to others who don't know you. This poem has that capability.

            • #10
              This is very touching and well-written. The first five stanzas, returning home, are fabulous. Then, the last two, the mourning and grieving knock the socks off. Great work, imrogue

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              • imrogue
                imrogue commented
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                Thank you McHenry! I appreciate your comment. Thanks for reading!
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