Father, my fatherA Poem by Mark Hurlin Shelton
FATHER, MY FATHER
Father my father who were you father? Father whose eyes were not two stars of the night sky Father who stuttered and tried to teach me to read Father who named me Fletcher Father who was a strange child Who fathered a strange child Father Frederick who read wild tales of pirates and mutiny Father who led me by the hand and lost me on sea side walks Father who before my birth who had poor faith in his own image Suicidal father who stuck his head in a gas oven Unsuccessful even at suicide Father who gambled his money on horses Tortured by his own choices Father Fred who painted white My grandfathers wall by the granadilla vine In his underwear and my mothers yellow sun hat Father of whom I found a photo, aged two, Playing happily in a puddle of mud Father who got fat and wore black baggy suits And danced with old ladies down at the club Sad lonely father who smoked too much Father who was happiest alone with a history book Father who is a mystery to me I wish that you were here with me For I am a mystery to myself Father who kept one job all his life Father the servant, a waiter who served rich people their food To your final funny end, fell face in plate Perhaps they thought it rude They you died in their lunchtimes, ruining appetites Father who the hell were you Father do you know me can you see me, It is you who conceived me Do you genetically, spiritually or mentally live on in me How does your DNA cause me to dream endlessly and think absurd thoughts At ridiculous late hours Did you too have wild visions and journeys, weave poems and gaze at the night sky Did you too hopelessly romanticise? What spinning mad muse whispered into your head When you carried me in your loins? Am I reflected in the mirror of my fathers dreamspun mind? Have you thought these thoughts and dreamt of what I talk? Did you wander with lonesome hopeful dreams the empty streets In search of someone who could listen and understand the frantic fervour of your mind? My father are you in heaven? If so will they take me too? My father who felt confused- Did all your horses lose? Father remember that day when I read aloud and you were so proud of me? Dear father, today my soul is broken, alone and bruised My father you left my mother and me an old pair of shoes Father do you look down at me from some celestial star And think of me and smile, father? If you have the power to bless me and need them now. Please Father. Did I turn out better than you hoped? Pray for me father for my sake pray to THE Father Intercede for me, call on the friendly angels to remove stones from my track, speed my course Negotiate my fate with the benelovent supreme deity Plead on my behalf as I will pray for you Don't forget me father you left me too soon Father when my mother told me about your passing I cried and laughed and cried Then went and tidied up my toys And wandered off to feed my tortoise © 2019 Mark Hurlin Shelton |
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Added on September 24, 2019 Last Updated on September 24, 2019 AuthorMark Hurlin SheltonCape Town, Western Cape, South AfricaAboutI am from Cape Town, South Africa i am a poet, singer, songwriter, Juggler, Clown, magician and Balloon artist. I have written hundreds of poems since I was quite young. more..Writing
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