"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Father
“Why didn’t you ever guide me”, I asked?
“He said there were no maps of the heart
And the journey is yours only”
It took years to understand the wisdom he shared
And he...
…never turned a deaf ear
…always shared his time
…never turned me away
…did his best to comfort me
I wish it was real
In my dreams, you were a father
The dialog was imagination
You never said that much, ever
Why weren’t you there
Instead of hiding in plain view
Suspicious, greedy
Needy and childish
Why weren’t you my
teacher, my guide
One to reveal the secrets of the world
To show the right’s and wrongs,
Display the tendency of love
Where were you?
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3 comments:
we have common ties
Oh my gosh. I read this right after singing Jewels song "Daddy" from "Pieces Of You". Life is strange. And you are brilliant.
Mine was there for me. I just didn't listen until almost too late.
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