No tears of grief or gratitude
Did fall upon your grave
No souvenirs of yours survived
For father’s son to save
Just cherished childhood memories
To melt my heart of stone
Those rich, romantic reveries
To move me when alone
Of course, there’s faded photographs
Raw remnants that remain
Those patronising Polaroids
Of pure pictural pain
No tears of grief or gratitude
Were shed when you expired
Your widow’s wept sufficiency
Meant mine were not required.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2018 10:31
- Comment from author about the poem: some grief is too deep for tears, or necessitates it being buried deep...
- Category: Family
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Comments1
Great poem. I totally get it. We don't all have that great relationship with our fathers, myself included. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you Christina. I appreciate you taking the time to read and respond to my poor little poem.😊
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