blog – Page 83 – Earth To Ash

A whistle from another room, a few words of a song,
I would hear your voice and come running along.

I jump into your lap, frighten you with cheer,
You would simply caress my back and say “oh dear”.

“Where are you going?” you would always ask,
“Don’t know my father I just have time to pass.”

“Be careful and steer clear of trouble he would often warn,
Watching over me from the very day that I was born.

Sleeping as he rocked so many times he did,
I would play fun and steal the hat for his balding head.

Not a word of scorn was ever cast my way,
Not at the beginning, not even your last day.

That rocking chair sits still, how I miss your song,
I feel all alone where do I belong?

I know you wish the best for me to live a happy life and do what I can,
Raise a family of my own and be a good man.

You are my true father as I am your son,
I will continue your wishes your every one.

I will be the man you hoped I’d become,
to honor your name I have already begun.

I am beginning to see that your spirit lives on,
So I will dry my tears and then move on.

I’m not sad anymore I feel your right here,
Singing that song, in that old rocking chair.

Category: blog

That old rocking chair

Dream of better days

Your eyes now cast an empty blank stare,
But I know deep inside that you are still there.

I miss the talks, that we would always share,
When I came calling, you were always there.

I miss coming home to a well-cooked meal,
To a warm embrace, true love I did feel.

Gently caressing my head followed up with a kiss,
Those days are now gone, those days I miss.

How can this be, a woman of strong faith,
Barely knowing where to, hardly knowing a face.

No one truly knows the darkness you live,
Strangers amongst you, not much ever said.

You took me in when times were rough,
You made me a man, you made me tough.

You would always say that I was your boy,
No one now listens and I have to ask why.

What we had was special, something not like most,
But we new all that mattered was that we were close.

I yearn to hear you call my name, if just for one last time,
If this my only wish to be granted, then that for me is fine.

It’s hard mother, with you not here,
I want to kiss you, hold you, I want to be near.

I will move on for it would be your wish, you would want me too,
Memories of our time together will help guide me through.

You’re a saint my dear Theresa, in so many ways,
Sleep my dear mother and dream of better days.

Share this:

Your eyes now cast an empty blank stare, But I know deep inside that you are still there.

I miss the talks, that we would always share, When I came calling, you were always there.

I miss coming home to a well-cooked meal, To a warm embrace, true love I did feel.

Gently caressing my head followed up with a kiss, Those days are now gone, those days I miss.

How can this be, a woman of strong faith, Barely knowing where to, hardly knowing a face.

No one truly knows the darkness you live, Strangers amongst you, not much ever said.

You took me in when times were rough, You made me a man, you made me tough.

You would always say that I was your boy, No one now listens and I have to ask why.

What we had was special, something not like most, But we new all that mattered was that we were close.

I yearn to hear you call my name, if just for one last time, If this my only wish to be granted, then that for me is fine.

It’s hard mother, with you not here, I want to kiss you, hold you, I want to be near.

I will move on for it would be your wish, you would want me too, Memories of our time together will help guide me through.

You’re a saint my dear Theresa, in so many ways, Sleep my dear mother and dream of better days.