Losing him by Lisa-Dawn Sparling I am not ready to say goodbye to you,
there are no two ways about it -
I love who you have become -
I love that the bitterness is now 5%
not the 50% it used to be.
I love that you cherish me and share with me
stories of you life as you beat me round by round of crib.
You are a clever man, and I appreciate that you never let me win.
I now can appreciate that you always allowed me to make my own mistakes,
it taught me strength and determination.
I will never tell you that you were a perfect father,
I will not tell you that you were a great father,
but you are one now. I can see that and I respect that.
I do not resent you for any of your shortcomings as you were on a journey too,
a journey of learning to be a father..
and I would hate to say good-bye now when you have come so far..
I will tell you that I am proud of the stubborness that I inherited..
I will tell you that I love your voice and the way you raise your eyebrows-
I will also tell you that you are incredibley complicated and intense
and I love those things about you...
Don't go yet dad, I truly don't think that I am ready.
01/16/2006 Posted on 01/17/2006 Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by JJ Johnson on 01/21/06 at 05:20 AM It seems that every time I read one of your poems, I want to give you a hug as much as I need one myself. This makes me reflect of my own relationship with my father, though I can never say these things to him. Even after having a couple of major heart attacks and surgeries, I can't bring myself to tell him these kinds of things about the way I feel. You are an inspiration. JJ |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/22/06 at 02:54 AM I love the details here, and had a very similar expericence. You'll always want more time, the adjustment will take a year...just plan on that, and don't deny yourself, now or then. Excellent writing. |
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