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I Grew Up the Day My Papa Died (repost for my father's death anniversary) |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
It's been two years since papa passed away, but pain has its own way of staying. 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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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
It is beautiful that you can write of your father the way you have. I know of these feelings, for I lost mine about 6 months ago.. and yes, most of all, we have our memories. They never fade. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
With my father I would watch dawn over green fields. Issa |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
I have yet to face this one myself, but I do know it's time is coming one day. I can only hope that I am able to convey my feelings as wonderfully as you. A wonderful tribute in poetic style. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Jasmine, I lost my dad at about the same time. A wonderful write. I feel your heart and soul in this write and he would be proud. Thank you for sharing this again. I'm truly sorry for your loss. "Grief without growth is pain without purpose." My how you have grown.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. [This message has been edited by Larry C (10-15-2004 11:14 PM).] |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
thank you guys...i guess pain makes us all more human and (i bet you will all agree)- more inspired...  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
He is still with you, in your heart. Thank you for sharing this tender write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Miss Jasmine, I know of that pain. It's been 24 years since my mother passed away, and it still hurts.  beautiful write here, yes |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
thank you for sharing, guys. pain and death are indeed some things a lot of people could relate to. |
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