I've decided not to respond to my dads letter that he wrote to me a few months back. It just feels right...at least at this moment it does.
Chance
The letter still lies in a drawer
unanswered
and too much time
has passed
It's easier to let you go
less pain
to look forward to
Maybe I can move on
just knowing that you tried
I wanted you to fight
to hold on to us
Chance
The letter still lies in a drawer
unanswered
and too much time
has passed
It's easier to let you go
less pain
to look forward to
Maybe I can move on
just knowing that you tried
I wanted you to fight
to hold on to us
so long ago
but we were never enough
Maybe I will write
and maybe this time
I will be too late
but that is the chance
that I will have to take
Angela Minard 2009©
but we were never enough
Maybe I will write
and maybe this time
I will be too late
but that is the chance
that I will have to take
Angela Minard 2009©
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7 Comments:
such pretty poetry, a lament and still so powerful and beautiful.
Great peotry. the last Father' day I had with my Dad was in 1984,I broke down the wall that he put up between us.I'm so glad that I did that he died that august.
I like you poem, especially "I wanted you to fight/ to hold on to us". Thanks.
Just to let you know how very much I admire your words. They are heartfelt and powerful. Thank you for sharing.
and because you make my life a richer place with your words I have given you an award. Please feel free to stop in at jugglingteens.blogspot.com to see it
Thanks Shauni, I really appreciate your saying that, and also thank you for the award:)
Your words put me under a charm. So while meditating over a cup of coffee I recognized myself not alone but dreaming together with you. That was just awesome picture - the unanswered letters transfered into the whitest cloudlets and were dancing so eloquently for us in high sky. Thank you.
Thomas, I'm glad that you liked the poem and picture:)
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