Father
Poetry about my father
Dear father,
Father’s Day is always on my mind
so, these words are for you.
You left in a hurry
so, I wish to let you know
that my days of sorriness
grate my soul,
a bitterness, I need to let go.
So, I’d like to say,
your deepness engaged my heart
your chatter, loud and grave
your hair, grey and sparse
your skin, lined and crinkled
your eyes, brown and winking
your nose, thin and rounded
your face, always in my mind.
Knowing you are still around
not in life but in spirit,
a man with a powerful
personality
that grabbed me in
anger and futility
but no matter,
I still loved
your tempestuous agility.
You left in a hurry.
Your heart giving way.
My horror on the day
when I realized
I hadn’t forgiven you
for the times
we argued
unnecessarily
about heated topics,
disagreeing,
your loudness illuminated
overpowering me.
In a way that dented
my emotions,
my feelings,
when we stopped talking
after the angry haze.
But never forget you are my father.
A man who brought me up
with my mother.
A man who had many wondrous ideas
who had said what he felt out aloud
about things of the world,
about matters of the mind,
who believed in things unheard
which led to our heated discussions,
our wild arguments
severed by ideals of belief,
aggravated into angry feelings
when we chatted the last time
you were alive
on this maddening earth.
So, I say,
please forgive me for whatever I said
in the heat of the moment,
in spitting words
of hatred.
It was nonsense, not truth.
A mistake,
a sorrowful hurt.
So, Alas,
On Father’s Day
I hope you are with mother
drowning in chatter
on topics, you debate and
with a hearty endeavor,
I’m there in the room too
in conversation,
in memory of you.
I wrote this poem to express the way I felt about my father before he died. He was a man who spoke out. Sometimes he upset people along the way but he didn't mean to because that was just his way. He tried to be a good father to me and my brothers. Sometimes it wouldn't go the way he planned. His best times at fatherhood were when me and my siblings were younger. He vowed he would give us everything we desired and he did sometimes. He was good at building things which I will write about in another story. He built something for us once and he tried his best to carry it through to the end. I have great respect for him. I will always remember the days he drove us around and took us on holidays in our estate car to Ireland with my mother and siblings. Those memories are the best. We had some great times with our cousins too who my father said could come along with us for the fun of it. Those journeys in my father's estate car in the late 1970s were wonderful and cool. He drove us through Wales and onto a ferry and then for miles to County Sligo in Southern Ireland from Dublin. Sometimes we went three times per year to visit my grandparents who lived there. My father always had time to take us on these adventurous holidays. He gave us that and we loved him for it. My childhood was the best and that was all down to my father. He was the best man for the job who wanted to give us adventure, love, and wonder in our lives as we grew up. I will never forget him. I hope wherever he is that he is at peace and with my mother.
©️ Denise Larkin 2021. All Rights Reserved.
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About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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A wonderful story about your father and such emotional writing from you. The poem was outstanding.
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