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The Day I Met a Hero
by Allison SmithSitting on ash stained lounge early in September
Cigarettes in grey rivets, smoke drifts from burning ember
Twisted loosely in smooth aged hands tending to each paper
Lacing and replacing each smoke, I taste the vapour
Thick as air is mood as your eye is straight and fixed
Boring and imploring to both battered heart affixed
Resigning to my sofa I lax and wait your life hailed
Paving and engraving life of woe and life prevailed
Awestruck as I listen I crave you will accept
Nights grown cold, memories old, the countless times I've wept
To have this day, this night, this dream come true at last
Greedily and needily I lap your stories vast
Hours gone, stories swapped, your brow a little higher
Never ending, love defending tis you that I admire
You are my miracle Dad, sitting crooked with unkempt hair
This was the day I met a Hero with whom none shall compare
09/25/2009 Author's Note: After meeting my Dad for the first time in 20 years.
Posted on 09/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Allison Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/25/09 at 03:41 PM Wow!!! This is such a personal event you are sharing, and condensed in a way that gives vivid atmosphere and the intense emotions that must have been felt. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/28/09 at 10:28 AM ...wow, too. heavy duty and kristina says it...so personal yet so fruitful for sharing...thru your words we all met your hero...applaud, the man, the daughter and the words... |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/01/09 at 02:46 PM Stunning and I feel the ache. reaching out to the reader is what its all about, isn;t it? |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 10/29/09 at 10:49 AM A really special write. Fantastic. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/14/13 at 12:06 AM Nice to see this as POTD! |
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