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White Wolf Member
since 1999-09-18
Posts 371Somewhere in the vast wasteland |
My Life When I was young You told me what was right and wrong You would hug me Told me you love me But somehow in me growing up You told me how to live my life You showed me you didn't approve You compared me to my siblings How could you have done that to me Your eldest son Tell me my life is messed up When you had a hand in raising me Push me to talk about things Better left unsaid Always putting in you two cents worth By this time I had become bitter Bitter at how you treated me As a child of 8 years I am now old enough to realize That you did those things Because you thought they would help me But you did those things Because you loved me I am sorry that I took so many things wrong I am sorry that I didn't see your love You are my father And I forgive you for all of the things That I just couldn't forgive you for I am happy that you are my father I would have it no other way I love you Dad "Life's greatest mystery isn't the meaning of life. To love and be loved is the meaning of life. Now how to attain those is the greatest mystery of all." |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
Scorched Dragon...this is a very good poem. I was very impressed with the maturation process of seeing things through the eyes of your father and love remained intact. Very well written. Being a parent is a hard job but it is worth it, especially when sons and daughters can write tributes such as this.  < !signature-->Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho [This message has been edited by WildChild (edited 01-18-2000).] |
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White Wolf Member
since 1999-09-18
Posts 371Somewhere in the vast wasteland |
Thanx. It is still hard to get through years of feelings and emotions. But I am getting there. "Life's greatest mystery isn't the meaning of life. To love and be loved is the meaning of life. Now how to attain those is the greatest mystery of all." |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
This is a wonderful tribute to your dad, its funny how we see things differently as we grow up , nice poem well done |
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simplyYRREHS Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 162 |
Dragon~ As mom to a 7 year old boy...this hits home. Such is the circle of life, I was 23 with a child of my own before I appreciated years of past and what my own parents had done for me. Isn't it nice to be able to share that acceptance when it happens? Great read! Sherry |
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Paul Hoekman Member
since 1999-12-28
Posts 382Harwinton Ct. U>S>A> |
Scorched Dragon I have not welcomed you yet. WELCOME!!!!!!!!!! This is great and extremely healing to your Spirit! My Dad and I had a large breech for many years, the MOST IMPORTANT THING IS TO FORGIVE it's the only way to BEGIN to REBUILD. Keep on writing! |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
An honorable journey. Glad you wrote about it. |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
 This is great to see you get this out in words to see....it can be quite healing!! You are obviously on your way to learning much!! I hope to see more such poems from you!! Forgiveness somehow I know is a strong and powerful...yet positive thing!!Keep it up....Mr. Dragon, Sir!! Take Care Bridgette [This message has been edited by Justbleu (edited 01-18-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
There does come that time when we realize that what our parents did for us was for our benefit (most parents, I should say, mine among them...I was greatly blessed!)For me the full impact didn't hit me until I had children of my own. This is a great tribute to your father! Denise And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~ |
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Danny Holloway Member Elite
since 2000-01-15
Posts 2034Tulsa, OK |
Interesting how it takes the passage of time for us to gain greater understanding of things we are sometimes to quick to judge. It was that way with my father and I'm glad I came to enlightenment. Your poem reminds me of the value of that enlightmenten. Nice poem! DH |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Scorched Dragon- WONDERFUL ! I read with great interest (and a mother's heart) your maturation process. Having been blessed with four simply amazing children, (we moms have a way of always thinking that)I have been touched by a time in each of their lives where they came to an understanding that having 'the meanest mother' in the neighborhood meant that they had a mom who loved them enough to set limits and expect the best out of them. I smile with easy-remembering at seeing them each reach their understanding ... and sharing it with me. I know your father has to be feeling pretty darned special right now. And ... I'll bet you continue to reach for the reassurance that only he can give. Bless you as you continue your quest for enlightenment. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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White Wolf Member
since 1999-09-18
Posts 371Somewhere in the vast wasteland |
I have found that this piece has touched more than I expected. Wow. |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
SD, very moving! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
A nice tribute to your father |
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