“broken”
my father died
with little clue
of who
I had become,
and with no admittance
or confession
of what he
had done.
I don’t know
anymore, if I’m
remembering
wrong,
trying to make
happy memories
now
that he’s gone.
I played catch
with my father,
got high with him
later on,
but always
with a nameless
hurt laying dormant
under the calm.
he was
a good man, I think,
beneath the man
that he was,
and I can’t know
why any man
does what he
does,
but I miss him
sometimes,
even though
we’d hardly spoken,
and he loved me
even though
a huge part of him
was broken.
ElevenFifty9 
Hey you, a late thank you. My dad passed when I was locked up in 1998. I really liked the poem as, it helped me let go just a little more.
On Sun, Oct 27, 2013 at 10:00 PM, ElevenFifty9 wrote:
> ** > Blackbird posted: “broken my father died with little clue of who I > had become, and with no admittance or confession of what he had done. I > dont know anymore, if Im remembering wrong, trying to make happy memories > now “
Really glad it helped a little….every little bit counts. Thank you so much for reading!
Blackbird: Beautiful and wise. Understanding the human condition is the pathway to forgiveness. You are courageous.
Thank you!…very much!
This is so sad but so beautifully written, and yes, very different from my poem, but honestly reflective and written with love I think.
Thank you for following my blog. I would never be able to write a poem a day!! 😊
Christine
Thanks so much Christine! And yes…it was written with love…(I think)…
Thanks again for your poetry…I really really love your writing. And I appreciate you taking the time to visit and follow my blog.
I wish you all the best a day can offer…
😊 🎄 😊