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Worry About Yourself

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As a man lay dying, everyone reacted
No thought, just instinct enacted
Grief, sorrow, despair over us descended
As he breathed raspy breaths and his life ended

In that moment and the ones that came after
Conflicts grew, sparks turned into fire
Egos wounded, feelings hurt, tempers flare
All worried most about themselves not what’s fair

But I cannot hold on to these hurts any longer
They do not serve me nor honor my father
So I let got even if they are said in anger
And hope everyone else can get over their bothers

Don’t like that my mom said goodbye?
You’re not the only one who cared he died.

Mad that I spent time with her later?
Really? With my mother?

Upset my sister brought sentimental things home?
But ready to ransack your mother’s own.

Thanking God for answering our prayers?
He didn’t head my cares.

Hurt you didn’t get to be by his bed as he died?
Care about me? Or only your pride?

Bitter for volunteering to avoid the service?
What did I do to deserve this?

I’ve a drinking problem for three beers that night?
You definitely don’t have that right.

My Dadd is dying, you say he’s disappointed with me?
Leave me alone. You can’t love me.

I’m getting you coffee as he draws his last breath?
I wished it was you called by death.

Bragging that you convinced him to change his benefactor?
You’ll burn in hell for ever after.

Sent me a picture of your check for his death?
You’re an empty shell, with nothing left.

Don’t tell me how to handle my Dadd’s death
You don’t know the pain I deal with
Or how badly he is missed
Your love is conditional but judgement is quick

I’m working to remove my anger from the shelf
Do what Dadd said and, “worry about yourself”

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Reduced to Dust

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A hard, thick, stubborn Rock stood strong
immovable
powerful
inspirational
Able to resist storms all season long.

The Rock remained unchanged for ages
always solid
always hardy
always present
Was always there through weather changes.

The Rock didn’t fret as a storm approached
storm raged
storm roared
storm struck
Storm attacked and the Rock broke.

The Rock shattered, reduced to dust
dust in the wind
dust in the sea
dust in the earth
In spite of its strength the Rock was crushed.

The landscape forever changed without it
lamenting
mourning
longing
Though it is gone, those who knew will not forget.

You’re Missing it

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I never knew how much one can do
in a year until I did it without you

So long you waited for the Kings to win
We watching one together, but they won again!

A world cup without you was not the same
The Fatherland won! I celebrated with some pain

Galaxy too won and is first to five
It isn’t the same without you alive

But sports is sports, more important things
March on besides Dodgers, soccer and Kings

My life was turned upside down as yo left
Many relationships challenged many put to the test

A lot of hurting, healing and plenty of growing
It seems no matter what happens life keeps going

Dad, the kids are so amazing and wonderful
So full of life, hope and energy, so lovable

Reminding me that the sun rises and the sun sets
Though I mourn because you’re missing it

While that is true,
Really, I’m just missing you.

Whisper Whisper Whisper

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Whisper
Whisper
Whisper

Come the words you heard
To more ears so eager
So quickly spread the word
No worry about who it may hurt

Rumor
Rumor
Rumor

Traded among friends like coins
Better have something good to join
Don’t care about harm you’re doing
More important to appear knowing

Talk
Talk
Talk

How can talk ever be wrong?
Just sharing what’s going on
Not a big deal in the long run
Gossip is how you know you belong

Slander
Slander
Slander
Reputations torn and tattered
When you raised the subject matter
With no facts you went and blabbered
Heart are broken and lives shattered

Because you:
Whisper
Whisper
Whisper

Birthday Poem: Elijah 2014

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My son, let me hold you close and

stroke your messy blond hair.

Gripping you tight, I want to hold

you forever and always give you care.

So sweet and sensitive my boy

you cannot stand by and allow injustice.

In you a fire simmers and occasionally

rages as you explode in a righteous outburst.

Railing against those who lie or slander

like a great defender of the weak, a knight.

Gentle nature not prone to raise a fist

yet when bullies jeer you’re there to fight.

My heart swells and eyes tear to hear you tell

of your time spent with kind Maxine.

On the surface not the strongest or

the bravest, your great strength unseen.

I love you so and I’m so proud to

be your dad now and forever.

For you and your siblings a drive

moves me always to deserve to be your father.