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
16 comments:
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!
Perhaps that book is being written all the time - breath-taking writing
Your father sounds wonderful. I like the idea that we are living our book of memories.
This is beautifully eloquent!đź’–
memories - ah so dear to us. It is so difficult to let them go.
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.
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 maybe...to serve as a beacon to up-and-coming fathers.
Fascinating reflections.
The stuff left behind boggles the mind.
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!
i am writing about my father too. :)
yes, the years pass, but the memories stay.
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.
In the end, it's those beautiful memories that will linger...and keep us going.
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
Hank
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?
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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