A Father's Grief

Here you have one of Melissa's Master Pieces...

I had the opportunity to work with Melissa in this Poem.

All writing credits go to her, I just gave her an idea, and she converted it into this beautiful and wonderful Master Piece.

Pictures by Me.

The original Idea came from a Spanish Poem named "Que Razon Tenias Papa". (if you are interested, the original poem is in this Blog as well)

I hope this won't be the last time I work with such a wonderful and talented Lady! :D

Thank you Melissa, it's an honor to be working with you!

A Father's Grief

Hero you were to me, as a child,

Never doubting your word.

But as I grew, I could only dream,

of facing the world with style.

Thinking that I was the one who knew best,

I pretended to listen, but I never learned.

Many were the times that I have felt,

that you were holding me back.

I just didn't realize the problems I'd face,

and all the wisdom I lacked.

You were so right Dad.

Telling me I was too young.

I was not ready to control my life

But I was being headstrong.

You asked me to wait, just a little bit longer,

you would know when the time was right.

Reflecting back upon it now,

How could I have been so wrong?

For me you wanted only the best,

but I was too blind to see.

So you stepped aside, and let me go,

allowing my release.

You gave me silent permission,

To become the man I would be.

Many times we disagreed,

arguing thru' the night.

Never once did I incur,

that maybe you were right.

You were so right Dad,

When you begged me to slow down.

To enjoy my youth, and make it last.

I refused to let you hold me down.

I provoked you every time we met,

but you would only smile.

I now have traveled so very many

broken angry miles.

I wish I could go back in time,

to learn from your mistakes.

The tears that mother shed for me,

the lines etched on your face,

To finally understand that love,

was the reason for your strength.

I think your best advice to me was,

"Do not ever give up, no matter what the sorrow.

Dignity can not be bought,

nor can it be borrowed."

You were so right Dad,

When you said I'd be a father someday.

That I would finally understand,

The worry and the pain.

I threw your love back in your face,

and then I walked away.

How could I have missed the tears?

How can I bear the shame?

Now I find myself sitting here,

filled with anguish and with dread.

Sitting at the bedside of my beloved son,

knowing he will never see, another rising sun.

Remorse has overwhelmed me,

and I think of all you've said.

I feel your arms come 'round me,

holding me so tight.

Lending me your courage,

To face this endless night.

And you were so right Dad.

I need to let you know,

if only I had listened, then I could make it right.

The physicians finally told me,

my son passed with the night.

I wish that I were small again.

For you are still my Hero. Now I understand.

But what I need the most from you, is will you be my friend?

The End.

Poem by Melissa
Pictures by Sandra