Sunday, March 4, 2018

Fathers and Such/Sunday's Whirligig #151

Fathers and Such

In our world dominated by men
Fathers are everywhere
You can’t turn around without stepping on one
Dressed in shirts with blue buttons –sure

The church is full of them
Wearing their dresses, robes and crowns
Should other men choose to dress the same
As women do

I was lucky to have a Father
Kind and good
He taught us to play
Laugh out loud

The years pass
Yet the memories stay
Wrapped in linen cloth
Carefully put away

The closet is full
Like Fibber McGee’s
Open the door
And you are covered with clutter

Boxes full tied with blue ribbons
Packets of memories wrapped in cloth
Perhaps we need a new bigger closet to keep them all
We will stop collecting on the day we die

Memories will be passed to someone else
Or maybe we will write a book
No longer will we have to remember
When that day comes

March 4, 2018


Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I too was lucky to have a kind and supportive father who wanted me to be my own person and stand strong....I think I do write to keep memories alive lest they be lost. Beautiful poem!

Jae Rose said...

Perhaps that book is being written all the time - breath-taking writing

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Your father sounds wonderful. I like the idea that we are living our book of memories.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is beautifully eloquent!💖

Neeraj Khanka said...

memories - ah so dear to us. It is so difficult to let them go.

brudberg said...

I think that way too many fathers are vague memories...

maybe too many realize too late that they are just a blue ribbon...

Glad that you had a caring father.

Vivian Zems said...

Ah, the memories of fathers. It's a blessing to have good memories of a good, kind Dad. Good to write it down in a book serve as a beacon to up-and-coming fathers.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Fascinating reflections.

colleen Looseleafnotes said...

The stuff left behind boggles the mind.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

No, no! Not a bigger closet! I'm trying so hard to declutter that a bigger closet would only undo all my efforts. How satisfying it is to dump junk out of the garage and out of my mind!

dsnake1 said...

i am writing about my father too. :)
yes, the years pass, but the memories stay.

Wendy Bourke said...

There is a lot of depth of feeling in this ... a yearning to 'hang-on' - somehow hang on (if only to the little bits and bobs, of what remains behind) after such a profound loss. A stunning piece of writing.

Thotpurge said...

In the end, it's those beautiful memories that will linger...and keep us going.

kaykuala said...

We will stop collecting on the day we die
Memories will be passed to someone else

It is a passion that prompts one to hoard things. The good of it is that there's no
necessity for explanations


Myrna R. said...

So nice that you have good memories of your father.

The years pass
Yet the memories stay
Wrapped in linen cloth
Carefully put away

These lines made me think of the boxes full of mementos that I have stored. When will I discard them?

Rob Jackson said...

I do this. Pack things away, such as memories. But then fear that I will never come back to them. A good father is important.

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