Remembering Dad

remembering when my dad was alive

Seashores empty…
Strolling through the sand
Washing warm, the waves of memory
Here from where I stand

 

Whitewash sails
Jetting in the distance
Reminiscing fondly
Of my loving dad

 

He loved to sail
Longed to be free, to fly
I saw it, like loftng seagulls
As we cast off, the smile in his eyes

 

Although, worry in mine
With water spread so deep
Fatherly arms surrounding
Holding a son close to his seat

 

Capturing the rhythms of the breeze
He yelled, as took stern command
And harnessing gales onto canvas
All with steady hand

 

It was a wonder to behold
As he became the wind
And one with the water
Or did they… become him?

 

In awe...
We cut through wave
Like the glorious whales
He to a vessel, commendeering brave

 

Here, upon vastly open seas
Far… far... beyond the break
Was the young boy inside my dad
Again beginning to wake

 

He died, after that summer
Hence, solace and serene
And now, alone I stand missing him painfully
Reflecting, on a moment that only lives on in daydream

Reviews

[KT-B]

a wonderful tribute, thoroughly enjoyed this, your Dad sounds like an awesome man. Fantastic memories to leave you with :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, I miss him dearly. He died from cancer when I was 17. He loved to sail.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Ohh, Mike. You have lovely memories with your dad! I wish I can say the same thing. I have never been close with my dad... And there are very few happy memories that we've spent together. I really pray that we will be able to conquer the estrangement that has grown alarmingly great between us. Poignant write!

[Michael G. Smith]

The blessing is you still have time mine run out. We weren't really close but we did have some bonding moments.

[Rita L. Sev]

I too miss my father desperately, reflecting on those daydream moments... this is a beautiful tribute piece, Mike. I can see father and son, walking on the beach, and feel the love that surrounds them...

[Michael G. Smith]

You have to remember the good things about our loved ones, but nothing replaces the pain of losing a loved one early on in life.

[s y e]

this is a lovely tribute to your father, you have some lovely memories. a bitter sweet write.

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, its very hard for me to read it.

[s y e]

It's so touching Mike....

[Michael G. Smith]

Did you read my other one called Father?

[s y e]

No I did not, I will check it out though.

[SyberRose]

A beautiful poem...simply gorgeous...one of my favorites...Rose:)

[Michael G. Smith]

This one of those rare poems of complete spontaneity. Very little rewrite was done to this as it came straight from my heart.

[Renée]

Very Sweet remembrance Mr. Smith...Well Done... I know it sometimes it seems a dream..

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Renee.

[Tiffany Boles]

Wow, very sentimental and passionate words. It caught me, feeling sad, but I loved it =,)

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, I know I will be with him again someday but I miss his playful spirit.

[MikeV]

Beautiful! Well written and great imagery :)

[Michael G. Smith]

That's a lot coming from another dad.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

memories...always so hard to swollen but too precious not to retrieve...I have had alot of death...it makes me pale, stoned, but strong...days like your remembrance, hang close to me.. on a chain next to my heart. This is a very special piece and I am so thankful you allowed all of us to share it.

[Michael G. Smith]

I could of been a victim. That sounds like a good title. I found my mother at the tail end of her suicide at fifteen and the dad died the next year from cancer. Life has its tragedies but it how we handle them that makes us who we are. The Lord has taught me this.

[Tate Morgan]

That was great i think it your best so far