I wanted to write you a love letter, and a thank you note Maybe it’s both. I want to thank you for all of the hugs you have offered me to squeeze the sadness out and all of the pep talks you have given me when I doubted myself. Most of all, thank you for being my partner. Thank you for being there when I took my first steps in the world and for holding my hand until I got there.
Thank you for punishing me and teaching me that to succeed in life I need to play by the rules.. Thank you for yelling at me, even when I sobbed and screamed. You didn’t deserve all that screaming. Thank you for molding me to be the person that I am today; My morals, character and anything decent about me.I owe it al...
You did your best
But your best teetered
Around other's worst
It doesn't mean
You didn't try
Just that success
Was never yours
You drank your life
In a clear liquid
That wasn't the water
We need to survive
All while putting in
A hard day's work
And hauling other's kids
All over town
Not the devil
But nowhere near a saint
I'm sure you're hovering
Between Heaven and Hell
Because neither wants you
Darkening their doorstep. JD (Princess)
*Hovering* Father Part LXVIII - A true story
#BetweenHeavenAndHell #MoonMystic Twitter prompts
You no longer
Walk this Earth
In a sea
In all the places
That you belong
Can gather the ashes
To make you whole
In a place
Where pain exists
*No More* Father Part LXVII
#GatherTheAshes #EunoiaPrompts challenge
#SeaOfShadows #MayFalls poetry challenge
D&R State Park ('the locks')
Etta James plays in the background,
Her somber, beautiful voice fills the saddened air.
My dear sweet boy clings to me,arms tight around my waist.
His tears fall down his cheeks and disappear into my shirt.
I rock with him,holding him tight,stroking his hair,singing along to the song.
I hear him ask why momma why? Why is dad like this? And all i can respond is i don't know baby and hold him tighter. Holding my own tears back. I can't let him see my sadness in this moment. In this moment he needs me to be strong. So strong i am. And soon enough he lets go and runs off to play. I will never understand his father. He is such a sweet beautiful boy. Who loves and adores him but he is blind to it...
To My Beautiful Boys
To Jack, my precious and gracious gift who may only be judged by the God of his own soul.
I love you - I love you too - I love you - free - I love you free 😁
You have such a Beautiful heart son ❤
Always let your light shine Jack.
Try not to worry so much
And if all else fails...
Kiss the rain 🙏😘
To Charlie, my strong lad, my giant beloved by us all.
I love you infinity plus one 😃
You are such a kind young man Charlie ❤
Always be generous with your strength.
I always liked the things you made.
One day at a time son 🙏😘
To Liam, the most determined and bravest of heros.
I love you, lots and lots and lots and lots and lots 😘😘😘😘
I cherish every day that you are here ❤
I will take
Kind of medicine
One not found
In a bottle
Or a pill
I will heal
Reconcile my mind,
Father Didn't Tell Me,
How To Live,
He Lived, And Let Me Watch Him Do It.
Where were you when i wanted you to be the one threatening to cut off all the fingers being pointed at me.
Weren’t you supposed to hold me and nurse my wounds while i lay on the cold floor.
Weren’t you supposed to be my father yet you were the one on the other side... standing next to the one’s that caused these scars....
Three years ago he gave his word to her. Oh how many things have changed since then.
As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a difficult conversation. She sits down in the chair and waits for him to walk in. She is staring at the same door which he used to walk out on her. He had promised, "My child! Your mother and I are taking a break from each other. But I'll always be around for my princess. I will be the one shouting at the top of my voice on your graduation day. I'll be the one dropping you off on your first day of work. I'll be the one to give you away to the man of your dreams. I'll love my grandkids more than any other pop-pop in the world. You'll always have m...
I was taught people leave for no reason
That people are selfish
That I have to work twice as hard to satisfy
But with no result in the end
Love is no guarantee, inpredictable
One day it's close
The other day it's gone
It leaves you broken and open
Not knowing where you stand
And not feeling the love returned
While constantly fighting
And doing everything to make it work
But if it's all one sided
There's no sense in going on
One day you'll learn when to give up
And put yourself first
It's hard to accept
The line I drew in the sand
That I can't cross now.
Because you left before I could brush it away
and I'm still not okay with that
*Boundaries* Father Part LXVII
Background photo of the Asbury Beach from the Asbury Park board walk
#LineInTheSand #FebruaryFalls poetry challenge
"You must rest and take your time. You outdo yourself and your heart" the old lady said.
"Men must work if they wish to eat!" the old man snapped with a fierce tone.
And with a gentle shaken voice the boy replied "but what of myself, father? I cannot work nor feed myself."
With firm callused hands, he grabbed the boys arms and said "Eat my son. For when my joints and my arms fail me, I will need you"
- Mapusaga Chou-Lee
Family's cash growing tree
Adjustable if capable
Hopeful, what future has in store
Really an ass.
Para mí no había mejor cielo que los ojos azules de mi abuelo.
Besos al cielo 😊
Everyone deserves a father, who sacrifice their life for their children. Not the one who runs away from responsibilities.
Everyone deserves a mother, who keeps tye secrets and defend their children. Not the one who ruins it infront of others.
Everyone deserves parents, who should understand their children's metals health. Not the ones who destroy it for every single matter.
Everyone deserves parents, who can sit and listen to their children's pain. Not the one's who are responsible for their pain.
Mama, papa, help me get home
I’m far away from where I belong
Mama, papa, I found me a witch
A little old lady with a crystal ball
She told me my future, she said it was dark, with a par of black orbits watching from afar
Mama, papa, help me get home
The little old witch took me to met her old pal
The thing was a werewolf, that nasty old man, he told me my future was resting on quick sand.
Mama, papa, i’m finally home
Where is my people? Whom moved my crown?
I went to the throne room, he came after me, I sat on a chair, he gave me a cup, a drank without thinking....
Mama, papa, he has dark orbits that watch me from afar
His darkness quite visible
Light evaded him.
His death came early
My poems bleed memoirs of his
*Alcoholism* Father Part LXIV
Which sound can possibly over power the silence that has found its deepest of depths
Which tool can take down a tree that has spread its roots across time
What words could ever console a man who has already left the place after shedding his tears all alone...
.....BECOMING A FATHER.....
Those eyes, they carry the sights of the future, those lips ready to render the euphony of life, those little hands are destined to carve out a better tomorrow, those tiny foots are blessed to imprint the change...MY life has changed to see the best I can ever imagine. When we start questioning the relevance of life..that is when life makes you witness the aspects unknown...it is not just a birth of a life...it gives life, meaning and purpose to a lot of other exhausted souls which started believing in the monotony..the idea of creating a life appears to be a biological process with no real emotion attached to it..but when you witness it growing from a sack to a f...