»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #29
»
Legacy
| Open Poetry #29 |
|
Legacy |
|
|
Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Soft red silk flowers; that artificial scent. Her favorite color was red. Just like your favorite color is red. Because it was hers and you loved her. I never knew her. His hands were large; especially to a small boy. And you admired his strength and pride. You could have been better than him. Can’t my grandfather and grandmother stay dead? Why must you put their memories into my head? I can’t be everything you lost. Safe harbors don’t exist and you taught me that. I can’t be your way to go back. What’s lost is lost and I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted. I remember the cookies in the kitchen And I remember the bright light in the bathroom. I don’t remember her. I know you wanted her affection. She never gave it. I’m sorry that she never gave it. And I’m sorry your Dad never told you he loved you. But, this man isn’t going to be able to fill that. Or the next one or the next one. And I’m glad you tell me you love me. But when will you show me? And I’m glad that you’re proud of me. But when can I be proud of you? Gone is the child that played inside her own head. You had filled it with so much; so many people. I wish I could bring them back. I can’t be everything you lost. And neither can he. And neither can that cigarette. I know he smoked until he died. I know you’re dying too. The children in our family had this way Of screaming until their lungs gave out And passed out on the bed It’s as if they know from birth. Too late to rewind. It’s always too late to rewind. You can’t use me like that. I can’t bring you the past. And I can’t say the words you needed to hear. Out of their mouths. Mom, I don’t like the color red, but it will make me pause. And I’ll think of you. I’ll miss you like you miss her. But, I’ll bury your memory In my own head only. And I’ll know never to look for the love of my father in the arms of a stranger. And Dad, I don’t care if he has strong hands As long as he has a strong heart. But, I’ll always make you proud Because I make myself proud. And I’m glad you could never live up to him. |
||
| © Copyright 2003 Endlessecho - All Rights Reserved | |||
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
seems to be a lot of soul searching in here..to find the depths of truth about family..and about yourself.. well done... |
||
|
dertah Senior Member
since 2003-06-18
Posts 584 |
legacy is a virus. where did i get that? good write. |
||
|
GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
wow... I mean wow WOW... This about made me cry... of course it is that time of the year when death is just too real to me again... This is amazing. Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
||
|
Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Thank you all so much. I know this one was a tad confusing. But, I appreciate the comments and was glad I was able to touch you.  |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
