matt
04-03-2001, 07:13 AM
On that Day
Any other day
Would have been desirable.
But on the Day of Love.
Why of all days?
Getting that call at 7 a.m.
That sent shivers down my DNA
Half of my life died with you,
You the patriarch
You saw what was possible.
When I did not have your insight,
At times as a child,
I felt like Icarius
Trying to fly...
However, I could not.
Whenever I tried
All I would do was
Drown.
At times I felt you weren't human-
Until 94'
When you embraced me freely.
You had learned about agape.
On that day five years later
As you lay there
Sensing the sterillness
that seeped in our lungs...
I had told you the truth...
Which I had hidden from
you and the others for so long.
Letting you the truth
That you were not just my father
But my friend as well...
A leap of faith had shone me...
That you were going to a place
Where the others of our kin
had gone before you to a place
called Elysian Fields...
JOing the others
I know we will be togather one day.
It is not a question of where...
It is only when.
For those who don't know what this about. Last year my father died on Valentines day last year of lung cancer. I wrote for his Eulogy and later submitted to school for a poetry contest. However, I did not win, but I gave it my best. Matt
Any other day
Would have been desirable.
But on the Day of Love.
Why of all days?
Getting that call at 7 a.m.
That sent shivers down my DNA
Half of my life died with you,
You the patriarch
You saw what was possible.
When I did not have your insight,
At times as a child,
I felt like Icarius
Trying to fly...
However, I could not.
Whenever I tried
All I would do was
Drown.
At times I felt you weren't human-
Until 94'
When you embraced me freely.
You had learned about agape.
On that day five years later
As you lay there
Sensing the sterillness
that seeped in our lungs...
I had told you the truth...
Which I had hidden from
you and the others for so long.
Letting you the truth
That you were not just my father
But my friend as well...
A leap of faith had shone me...
That you were going to a place
Where the others of our kin
had gone before you to a place
called Elysian Fields...
JOing the others
I know we will be togather one day.
It is not a question of where...
It is only when.
For those who don't know what this about. Last year my father died on Valentines day last year of lung cancer. I wrote for his Eulogy and later submitted to school for a poetry contest. However, I did not win, but I gave it my best. Matt