19.6.07

Unplanned Poetry - My Dad 1910-1996

My Dad

old school
unwavering
then softened
but for a moment

whatever needed
to be done
was
done
perhaps
a game
of golf
then feet up
newspapers opened
tv news
or detectives
on the case,
a few hands of cards
a word or two
with us
breakfast
lunch
and
dinner
no extravagance there
(unless you count the
oyster stew
only once or twice
a year, when
want
overrode
practicality)

quiet
but not
withdrawn
until life sucked
him
inside
bit by bit
as
Alzheimers
ran
its course.

MeeAugraphie
06/19/07

My words, my dad. No, I don't know when he died exactly. I have preferred to celebrate his life, rather than his death. I literally have to pull the newspaper article from the newspaper archives to know what month and day he died. I don't know Mom's date of death either. That they were born and lived as decent human beings is what counts. Tomorrow's Thursday Thirteen will also be about my dad.

Please, do not copy my poems, you few who might be lurking out there. They don't make sense out of context anyway.

6 comments:

grace said...

Here's to prove that I am not lurking and no plan of copying that marvelous, moving poem!

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Grace - you are sweet! Thank you.

Matty said...

Marcia,
That was great! A few words, and yet you caught his spirit...and let me feel that I knew him somehow! And I like him...

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Matty, thank you, that means a lot.

Christine said...

This poem moved me to tears. My father passed away October 28, 2000 - three days after my birthday. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him.

Thank you for visiting my blog and taking the time to read the post about my beloved Mama. Your words were very kind.

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Christine - I didn't realize you had lost your father, too, I'm sorry.I hope the tears my poem back led then to fond memories. Thank you for stopping here for a moment and sharing your thoughts.