Wishful Dreaming

My 2250th poem written, since March 30, 2007.

An innocent thought

From another time

And place.

Where

Such dreams

Could exist

In reality.

Without being viewed

As a dreamer's last stance

Struggling to stand.

While

Falling face down

Through the cracks

Of life.

Wiping away tears

Am told

A sign of weakness

Never to show

To others.

Hoping to

Clone a child

Into an image

Of you.

Without realizing

Your words

Cruel impact

Upon a sensitive soul

Trying to live up

To your role model.

Who could

Never be

The child

You wanted

So badly.

But something else

A young girl

Who looked up

To her dad.

Only

With love

In her heart.

Had you been

Able to

Openly share

Yourself

With me

Dad.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tiana]

This poem really touched me ... Wonderfully written ...

[therisa]

Thank you, Island Woman, but I am still learning, what it means to write poetry.

[Tiana]

You are so very welcome, Therisa ...

[Clay Feet]

Your writing experience is evident in your beautiful flow of thoughts. It's always difficult to be disappointed by a parent... especially since they are our natural guide from the beginning of our nurturing. Your words are softly spoken, yet evoke the sadness dwelling deep within the child. Even though looking back in time while writing, passing time can never completely heal the pain. I wonder if Dad is aware that the child carries such pain? Often, parents say things to a child that are not intended to injure. I'm sure you know, and I side with the child because the hurt is real. I am a father, so it hurts to know that some fathers knowingly or unknowingly speak cruel words to loving children.

Excellent, evocative writing. You have touched me.

One phrase you may wish to correct is the beginning of the sixth stanza. "Hoping to cloning..." [?] Perhaps should be changed to, "Hoping to clone..."

- Ron

[therisa]

Thank you, Ron, for the correction, wrote this poem, in a bit of rush, yesterday. Not sure, my dad realized how powerful, his words were on myself, but did realize, I was different, from other kids.

[Coyote Poetry]

You have written a lot of poetry. I liked this poem. You open the door to thoughts and questions.
"But something else
A young girl
Who looked up
To her dad."
Words gain value and time spend with family is needed. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[therisa]

Thank you, Coyote. Many of those questions, I am still trying to answer for myself. As for my dad, he has left this moral coil, for a place, where his pain is, now gone.

[Coyote Poetry]

It will be his lost. I know many lonely men. Left their family and died alone and you are welcome.

[therisa]

Coyote, I was part of the group that made the decision to remove life support equipment, after he suffered almost 14 years, with severe angina pain, on November 14, 1998. He survived for another 36 hours, before his body died, too. My mom's cousin told me, how proud, he was, of me, after the funeral.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did the same for my Grandmother. Hard decision. She was ready.

[therisa]

So, was my dad. It was his wish, for this, to happen. He didn't want to live, as a vegetable, for the rest of his life.

[Ally]

This is deep and beautiful! It flowed beautifully and I can feel the emotion, Wonderful job!

[therisa]

Thank you, Ally. My dad had a hard time, sharing his emotions with me. The only time, I can remember, is when I said, oma has cancer, he took a swing at me, and miss, while tears streamed down his face.

[Ally]

That is awful! But you are a wonderful poet, nice job!

[therisa]

Thank you, Ally, for your kind words, but my dad really love his mom, and wasn't prepared to hear my words. As for poetry, am still learning my way, around the notebook.

[willweb]

Why a sad one for the milestone 2250? This is sad Therisa, but you are you and that is all there is to it. We can't change the past, but we certainly can look forward to the future.

[therisa]

It just flowed, as I started typing it out, Will. Besides, who says, all milestone must be happy ones? Since I was that child of six, being told to suck it up, I have journeyed many kilometres and have witnessed such lows and highs, which I am trying to understand, what it means to me, as a person, and a transsexual.

[willweb]

Sorry my friend, just trying to lighten it up a bit. Not all milestones are happy ones...but a lot of them can be. Just do me a favor...plan on writing a happy one for 3000. :)

[therisa]

Next milestone, will be, either 2500 or March 30th, as my 8th anniversary of my starting, to writing poetry. Haven't written poetry since, I have left high school. in 1990.