It has been always my yearning appetency
to one day jell my father a proud progenitor
he could circle sit with my kids telling them ancient forks
but the river of death swept him away with the delusion
all the insomniac studying nights that befriended me
the work of a visionary orphan, who espies the turning tables ahead
'a graduate, and a professional high paid job'
all are just the dreams that vanished without a trace
'everything you do shall prosper my son,
here is my last coin, take it, go and shine for us'
paternal farewell, a father's perk upon leaving home
and life would never be an empty basket
but time......
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Author:
Amon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2022 06:10
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I was a little lost
by your phrase
'to one day jell my father',
dear poet
not sure I grasped
what you fully intended to express
in this poem;
but those longing, threads
you invoked
to that disrupted triangle
of grandfather, father and son
makes this an emotive read for me,
(I never met any of my grandparents)
thanks for sharing
okay, maybe I didn't do it perfectly but I wanted to say something like 'to make my father a proud grandpa'.
Thanks brethren for the motivation.
What a touching piece Amon! It truly possesses character and vigor. I see the yearning! 👏
That's what life is like but we will keep pushing up to the edges
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