For my Dad

[spirtualdreammer]

I did not know my Dad untill he was close to dieing from cancer.




Father/ Daughter Dance

Father/daughter dance was held in white walls
Soft shoe tapping to monitored heartbeats
Slow dancing between gasping breaths
Death the host … the host …the host.

Paths flowing through and around
No meeting … No meeting

A shadow of yourself when we meet
Cradleing your head and shoulders
Back and forth we rock
Loving you…. Lullaby … Lull a bye- bye

Paths flowing through and around
A meeting ... No memories

Names Dates Relations …No faces No faces
Stone Stone Statues …. No flesh No flesh
Dabbled sun on shadow
Dabbled life on memories
No heartbeat
Lull- a- bye - Bye Bye


Margaret Kelly

[Libra]

In my beliefs, death opens so many doors and we know what we might have only wondered in life

Your beautiful, pointent, sad poem is so lull of love and loss..he reads it and knows..listen and he will share those things with you.

I think it touches many hearts..even us who were raised by our Dads. so often did not really "know" them..men, at least of our father's age, did not share that much of themselves..more moncho than metro (men)..
I have a poem I wrote while my father was being operated on, for his brain cancer..and your poem so much reminds me of those feeling..you so beautifully bring the child (and with our parents, we are always children) need for answers to the surface....if I get brave, like you, I will post it..such vulnerable moments..it is like being nakid in 5 o'clock trafic!!
love you
HUGGS
me

ps, In a sad way, I so loved this..the honesty, the bareness..thank you