I Grew Up the Day My Papa Died

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J.Samm
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since 2004-01-12

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Iloilo City, Philippines

0 posted 2004-01-22 12:27 PM

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.

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

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In Your Poetic Mind

1 posted 2004-01-22 01:15 AM

awww sweet poet, so sad to read this....but what a beautiful relationship between father and daughter....danced nicely among these pages....heart hugsss

~*~
In your light I learn how to love
In your beauty how to make poems
You dance inside my chest where
no one sees you and that sight becomes art

Kahlil
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since 2003-04-12

Posts 1881

2 posted 2004-01-22 01:30 AM

"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~

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

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3 posted 2004-01-22 03:22 AM

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~

Sunshine

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4 posted 2004-01-22 08:38 AM

Tucking this into my library...
thank you so much.

KristieSue

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since 2003-01-31

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5 posted 2004-01-22 09:34 AM

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

richard taylor
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since 2004-01-13

Posts 136

6 posted 2004-01-22 10:56 AM

lovely poem enjoyed.
take care richard.

Bonnie j
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since 2003-06-27

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7 posted 2004-01-22 01:25 PM

This touches the heart. I still weep for my sister. I miss her so.
Love and Hugs
Bon-Bon

Gentle Spirit
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since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

8 posted 2004-01-22 01:28 PM

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.

J.Samm
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since 2004-01-12

Posts 415
Iloilo City, Philippines

9 posted 2004-01-22 08:11 PM

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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