Who was this man who died so long ago,
This man who fathered me in forty three
Who showed how brave a mortal man could be
A man I was destined never to know?
I had thought of him in so many ways,
As a small child.. A handsome young man..
In ways only a fatherless girl can
When frustration describes formative days.
My childish mind could never imagine
The face I had not seen or ever kissed,
Or the timbre of a voice never heard
Yet I loved him, he was my flesh my kin
Someone I did not know, yet somehow missed
And Daddy was just an unspoken word..
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Comments
Silver Spun Sand | November 5, 2008 - 17:57
Sonnet or no sonnet, Val, this is a beautiful poem and tribute to your father. You should be proud of it as he would have been of you. Of that, I am sure.
Tina xx
littleditty | November 6, 2008 - 19:26
saved reading this one Val, til i'd written mine -choked me to read it now, 'how brave a mortal man could be' - - - what they went through, and what was lost - some days it is important to remember, fully -your poem gives me pause, thank you Val, xx
shoebox | November 8, 2008 - 16:32
How sad about never being able to kiss his face. Sad moreso for him perhaps! Touchingly written. :)