Open Poetry #30 |
I Grew Up the Day My Papa Died |
J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
I Grew Up the Day My Papa Died I grew up the day my Papa died The day I held his hand one last time I grew up the day I kissed him goodbye My last kiss on his learned brow I grew up the day I knew I may never sit on the throne of his lap That was the throne where I sat and believed I was his little Princess Gone are the fairy tales and wings But they will be kept In the treasure chest of my heart Still, I heard my Papa whisper: “Hush Princess, do not cry” I know I would forever hear his voice inside me: “You are my daughter, I know there is nothing you cannot do” Perhaps, from now on, I would believe in my self The way Papa always believed in me Ironic, how I used to dream of him Walking with me in white, down that long, long aisle Now, it would be me in black who would walk him through that aisle Nevertheless, in either case, He would say with a smile these exact same lines: “Hush, Princess, do not cry, My little girl is a lady now” I grew up the day my Papa died His warm breath I could no longer feel I grew up the day I faced death— And smiled at it as my Papa would And smiled at it as my Papa did. |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
awww sweet poet, so sad to read this....but what a beautiful relationship between father and daughter....danced nicely among these pages....heart hugsss ~*~ |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
"I grew up the day I knew I may never sit on the throne of his lap That was the throne where I sat and believed I was his little Princess" J, you were his little Princess, always keep that memory with you. It'll always be behind your smile. Nice write. ~K~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I can relate well. my mom died when I was ten. It sure makes you grow up fast, doesn't it? hugs to you Dixie~ |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Tucking this into my library... thank you so much. |
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KristieSue
since 2003-01-31
Posts 1460PA, US |
this definitely is a tear jerker... lovely write "Painting is poetry which is seen and not heard, and poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen." ~Leonardo da Vinci |
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richard taylor Member
since 2004-01-13
Posts 136 |
lovely poem enjoyed. take care richard. |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
This touches the heart. I still weep for my sister. I miss her so. Love and Hugs Bon-Bon |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
My mother died when I was only 18 months old, and my dad died when he was 72. This poem really hits home for me as he was both to me. You have done your father very proud with this...Hugs. |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
i'm glad you liked the poem, guys. i know you would all agree that writing potery eases any pain somehow. it's my dad's birthday today. i know he's happier than he has ever been in the place where he is now. |
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