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Author:	inkonspikuous
ASL Info:	21/f/va
Elite Ratio:	5.94 - 76/74/26
Words:	198

Class/Type:	Poetry/Misc
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The poem is pretty self-explanitory...I wrote this during my break...just to put the feelings down on paper...its to tell my dad how i feel..but he'll never read it...i couldnt bear to do it..it would probably make him cry..and somehow that fact alone..having that power makes me feel better.

For A Father dots

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I never understood
the crying eyes of the children surrounding me.
Their lives appeared to move
to the beat of their self-loathing
sometimes anger motivated cries.
Funeral procession tunes
broken up only by the impromptu prayers
to God for a father to call their own.

I didn't know that I was suppose to cry.
Hugs and kisses, I had no want for,
and though somehow incomplete
I'm quite sure that I was loved.

I don't need you to tell me now
that you loved me then,
even though you weren't there.
Or that you dreamed of hugging me,
just weren't sure how.
I need to know that if I had bothered to cry,
if I had knelt down in prayer
you would have been there.

I knew it was a promise you couldn't make then,
and I know it is a promise you can't make now.
For what time has yoked apart
no man can put back together.
So, I'm forced to accept that
you can no longer be who I needed you to be,
and that fact, that fact alone
is why I wished I had cried then,
and why I cry now.

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  Ok... i was reading some writings, and i seen you respond to someone else's work... and for some unknown reason, i decided to look at everything you had posted. i guess because i cant remember ever reading anything by you... and although it makes me sad to read this... and i HATE feeling sad, i'm so glad that i did. this poem is everything i have ever wanted to say to my own mother... but never had the heart to do so... like you, i could never want, or need... to make her feel so bad. this piece really touched my heart... and shook the very depths of my inner self. Thank you, for being able to say all the things i never could.

-Poetic
| Posted on 2006-03-22 00:00:00 | by Poetic | [ Reply to This ]
  I can sence your loss as a child, I can see here what I have witnessed in other homes. Parents are torn between give me space and I want to hug you instead. Others are just thinking if they want me they will ask for me, when the truth is they never do. Still others are smothering someone when they just need fresh air. Parents also just walk away from all the stress, and give up for they never realized how hard it was to raise a child.
I sometimes think there ought to be a test required for two people to have the right to bear children. But, it is free and can be done by any two who wish to share a few fleeting moments.
Your life was ruined by things maybe out of your control, yet still the ending is STILL in YOUR hands! YOU, yes you can make the ending chapter go from one of dismay and gloom to one of reunion and happiness. Choose the happy road, as a father, just try to make him see; a few tears may not change the past but in the days ahead it might bring a smile where it is desperately needed.
Great write here, many good thoughts have been focused on by this sad memory, Thanks.
Merry Christmas, my dear.
P.S. I'll read you, regardless if you read me, think on that thought as you read others!
LATER
| Posted on 2005-12-22 00:00:00 | by Clayton | [ Reply to This ]
  Hi Ink,
Well, as poetry, it is technically poor. As a set of thoughts, it's extremely touching. Good poetry comes about when sincere and moving thoughts like these are carefully worked over until they speak their message with power - really a mixture of heart and sweat. This has the former, but not the latter. The question is whether you care enough about the message to devote the time and love to make it into a real poem. It's the same question some expectant mothers should ask, for many want a child, but are unaware of the time and care that will be required to raise that child to adulthood. This poem is your creation. How much do you really care about it?
fred
| Posted on 2005-12-21 00:00:00 | by fredmelden | [ Reply to This ]
  Inkonspikous,

This poem has my eyes watery right now. I have read plenty of pieces but man this one takes the cake. I would have to say the comparison between you and Archer are a tie. I am reminiscening about my father not being there and the times I had to go look for him. The times that I would ask a stranger for money and he would fuss. You feel like a stranger and I understand that and it is hard to cry when you can't feel anything. It makes you feel left out but later own when everyone is go and the only ones there to catch sight of your tears are the reflection in the mirror and the pillow upon which your head have rest you see that the world is a loner and you are that world. Thank you for remind me of the path I took to make it this far. I can't say I did it alone because God took care of me. Twenty-Five years of life fatherless is a long time but I am still making it. Keep writting. You have inspired me to let out what i have been holding in. This peom will be finished by 5:OO p.m. Pacific time. Again great work of artistry and thank you.
| Posted on 2005-12-21 00:00:00 | by B-Gentle | [ Reply to This ]
  I cannot say that I understand how you feel and I would not pretend too either. I am a firm believer that all children should know their father and vice versa.
I do not have some sense of the feeling of the father that cannot feel for his child in the times that they are most needed.
I spent 22 years in the service and eight of those years were spent away from home.
I can say that every minute that was spent away devastated me as well as my family.
I do not know the reasons why your father was not able to be there but I will not condemn him for what I do not know.
Your poem has allowed you to share and bring forth the emotion that has for so many years been locked within you. Time does takes its toll and I am sure that you have decided that it is time to let it go.
Your father from what I gather has now for whatever reason decided to show you his feelings or has tried to reach out. You have written this because you have some sense of what you missed and still in a small measure wish to feel what was not there before.

Now some advice from an old man that knows what is like to not forgive and pay for it in the end.
You can take this to heart or tell me to go piss up a rope and we will never speak of it again.

I know not your father and I know not of your lack of relationship with him or something else all together might be the problem.

When you have, your own child and you give them all that you have of yourself. You will ask yourself if I am giving them all they need. This question has crossed my mind many times, as my children grew up. They asked many times of my father and what he was like. I would explain to them of his many different moods and how he was there when I needed him.
I also explained how I felt the day he died. Part of me was missing and today that still holds true.
My last words to my father as I walked out the door were that I hate you and wish you were dead. I say to you to be careful what you wish for. My father and I had a rocky relationship and in the last years, we spent a lot of time arguing over things that I thought was controlling and not his business.
I left home hating the man for who he was and what he stood for. One year later, he died and all the things that I had said could not be undone.
I am not saying your father needs to be given a chance but I am saying that what you do today will have an effect on what happens later. Your children will want to know because it is part of you. So the deserve to know. One thing hold true more than anything that I am telling you and that is that he is and always will be your father.
My advice to you is make sure that this is what you want and that you will make the choice alone.
Your poem has touched me as I am more prone to tears then I was in the past. Your poem brought back memories of could have been's and wishing they were thoughts.
Like I said, you can take this or leave this and the Respect and Admiration that I have for you will not change at all.
As A father and a son, I wish you a Very Merry Christmas and May your New Year bring you many happy returns. Most of all I wish you wisdom to live and prosper by.

Respect and Admiration

Clyde
| Posted on 2005-12-21 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]

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