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Rest, Daddy, Rest
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Rest, Daddy, Rest |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Rest, Daddy, Rest Oh, Ocean, oh Ocean, you call out unto me You hold life and take life. Like you took my daddy. I knew he loved you, then as I know he loves you now, as he sleeps there - his soul buried underneath your sea. In life you beckoned him, called him to his watery grave, and there he lies gently caressed by the waves that enthralled him when he breathed. Oh yes, I know- I swore I heard him call to me from some dark eerie place, and sometimes late at night, I can hear his voice echoing deep and gurgly like, from his swallowing of your sea. I mistakenly thought that it was he who tempted me to follow him, to come to you and he. I loved my father during his life. Oh, yes, I love him still and no matter what I do, I know I always will. Oh, ocean, oh ocean, maybe you took him a little bit early and didn't let him live as long as he expected, you see. But, you have him now, so quit calling me. Quit calling me. Oh, ocean, Oh ocean, it was so close you know as I intrepidly swam further and further from the shore with your greedy waves reaching out for me. Because you knew that without my daddy, I didn't want to live anymore. I could hear my daddy call, as your waves pulled me deeper into your deadly depths Further and further I swam until I was fatigued, silently, rocking in your waves But, suddenly and quite alarmed I turned around and swam with exhausted arms, valiantly trying to get closer to the shore Oh ocean, oh Ocean, I knew in that almost last breath that my daddy was dead, and as your cold waves reared their gigantic heads, I gulped your salty water and struggled with my all my might, until I stood with your waves at my waist and your ugly seaweed hanging on to my weak and trembling thighs I shivered and shook as I waded to the shore And upward high I raised my eyes to the almighty in the sky. Thank you Lord for sending me back here still alive, and I am sorry for all the rotten things I called you yesterday. You see, Lord, my daddy was my daddy, and I wasn't ready to let him die. Oh no Lord, I am sorry for the profanities that I spoke upon your name. Please let me beg your forgiveness as I hang my head in shame. For you must have had your reasons Lord to take my daddy away, And you must have had your reasons to give me strength upon this day. Oh Ocean Oh ocean yes, that was mighty close, but you see my daddy is dead and he doesn't need me I have the heavenly father who I had really never known. But when out at sea only seconds from death he called and comforted me. So Ocean so Ocean, the beach is sweet and my pain is real and my life you tried to steal. And, I know that it is the kind of pain that only time can heal. So I am walking out of here my heart pumping hard and strong No, no, ocean I decided not to come along. So Ocean, you treacherous watery grave, my daddy is happy underneath your sea. And, though I look out upon you, admiring all your beauty. You got my daddy, but you will never get me. No, Ocean, dear Ocean you almost had your chance, but now my ears are closed to you and all your whispery calls. Fate almost caught up with me that cold and cheerless day in the fall. Oh yes, I know I shall someday die, as that is life's mysterious way But never by the sea. Never by the sea. Oh, Ocean, Oh Ocean underneath your sea, you may have gotten my daddy but you will never get me. Goodbye, daddy. I know you know, that where ever I may go, that in my heart, you will always be So, sleep peacefully daddy, cradled by the sea. And get your rest daddy, from those nights you waited at the door. Because best of all, you don't have to wait up and worry about me anymore. I love you daddy. Teresa King - |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
netswan, this is very sad and very beautiful especially the last 3 lines.  What comes from the heart goes to the heart. Samuel Coleridge |
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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
What a trajic tale, so deep and full of meaning, and it also points towards that morbid cycle that we all feel occasionaly when one thing causes another, I read and enjoyed every minuit of it very much . With poetry as your weapon - express your iner feelings so all may carry your sorrow, united as one . |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I enjoyed reading this. James |
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Jeffrey Carter
since 2000-04-08
Posts 2367State of constant confusion! |
Thanks for giving us a glimpse into your soul I think this is one of the best works I have ever seen Jeffrey |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
This forum is so supportive. I appreciate all these wonderful comments. Thanks so much. You will be seeing a lot more of me in here, and of course, I do like to comment on other people's work, too. So, I will be reading --) Warmly, Teresa King |
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