Poetry Topics – Father’s Day Remembered
What role did your father play? What role did you allow him to play? How do you celebrate Father’s Day? Do you recognize your dad as a strong individual who can conquer any fear and help subside any worries? Do you remember your daddy for the fun times of playing catch or learning to ride your bike? What image have you created to share with others about the man who was a guiding force in your life?
When you think about celebrating Father’s Day, where did you leap in your memory? What moment did you wish to recreate? When did you decide to call him dad? Father? Daddy? Papa? When did you share what he meant to you? Pull from whatever vision you have made of him. If you do not have one, share the loss, share the hope, share the connection with a father figure. Post it here, or share elsewhere, but write and enjoy…
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Jun 8th, 2011 at 10:17 AM
He was a tall man, towering over most everyone at a height over 6 feet. He was slender in build. His hair had begun to fade to gray. His skin was aged. His eyes told stories of his past and held a glimmer of hope for his future. In fifty two years of life, he had become a great man. He was a boss to many, a coworker to some, a friend to a few, but most of all he was a father to me. Though his body lie beneath the ground, his spirit still remains and will continue to live on for eternity. At my darkest hour I can feel the touch of his hand on my shoulder and see his teardrops fall from heaven as he weeps with me. The love keeping my father and I bound to each other is steadfast. And for this reason, I can continue to live on in peace, knowing that someday we will meet again, and until that day, he is always with me.