A sequence of thoughts about my 89 year old father, written not long before he died in December 2000
Once brown and muscled, now pale and lean, patterned by rivers of veins.
Eyes often moist, easily reduced to tears.
In younger days, strong striding steps, steady, without fear;
now an unsteady shuffle, with help of stick.
Mind often confused, muddled, forgetful, frightened and dreamy
Did I take my pills? Where did I put them?
Tired old bladder demanding in waking hours.
Darn its time for a pee!
No thoughts of fun. Only happier days when Mum was alive,
then sadness, despair. Thoughts of impending end to life. To sit alone in a room.
Main stay for existence? Two four legged mates, as aged as he, a dog and cat.
Overweight with kindness, displaced it seems, to son and daughter.
The daughters me. Hes Father mine!
But hes not the father that I knew.
Hes wizened, frail, dependent,
or so we think.
In Father mines mind, hes independent.
This house is mine! Hell will freeze before I leave!
We move away in hope he may ask for help that he needs,
and not feel we intend foul deeds!
Whatever happens, tis out of our hands.
His lifes under control of a far higher command
An old man holding a scythe .The image merges into my father holding his stick!
He seems unaware of our worries, that we really do care.
He tries to cover mistakes. Is it fear of discovery, or done by stealth?
No spouse, failing senses, a house far too big, and a body frail.
Unable to do normal chores like cleaning, gardening,
Drivers license has been revoked. The listís endless.
How would I feel? Oh Father Mine,
Damn Father Time!
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|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Wow! You really should write more poetry Wendy. This one is wonderful.
|Reviewed by Joanna Leone
|This poem is beautiful, and I will be tracking your work. Such a heart warming poem. Stop by my den sometime when you have a chance|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|honest beautiful and cruel truths here
|Reviewed by Lin Edwards
|Full of warmth, frustrations, and unending love, this is a really good poem. Having elderly parents of my own, I can relate to it all very well. Thanks. Lin|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|with my own father approaching the time your words speak of, your poem rang all too true-thanks for writing|
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|The art of expression in this is all you and it is your words and no one elses and that is what makes this so unique and different. You express the way you feel and allow the pen to spill it out.|
|Reviewed by Gwen Henry (Reader)
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|Reviewed by Eddie Thompson
|Wow....amazing write...I loved it.|
|Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
|What a touching write, Wendy!
Say, girl, how are you doing these days?
Since I left CDP...I lost touch with
a lot of its past authors.
Being a teacher,you might want to take a peek at my
Greek Mythology piece.
|Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang
|What a nice convey of the father and the son. You did excellent work here! There is such a need for ALL sides to be known!|
|Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
|Excellent, excellent in conveying both sides of the coin: the elder and the younger, the parent and child. As an elder, yet once the child, I fully identify with both roles. Continue the good work, Wendy. And, if you have time, you might want to check out an article: "Writers' Seven Deadly Sins" reveals why big publishing houses are prolific with rejection slips and rare to contract. A copy is over at my A/D webpages.|
|Reviewed by Rita Hestand
|This touched my heart. So sweet, so heartfelt. Very good writing.
When we feel something, it is like wriing magic.
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Heartbreaking and brave.|
|Reviewed by Marco Landi
|Father' Time well dipicted in this warm poem...|
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*ģ
|What a nice memorial.
|Reviewed by Sally Odgers
|Well pictured and well realised, Wendy. Sad, but what a valiant character.
Sally Odgers (fellow Aussie denner)
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Sad, of course, but well written. ~E|
|Reviewed by georgie
|that poem on your dad was very touching, wendy, it brought tears to my eyes!|
|Reviewed by Adelle