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Poem for My Father

One speaks
and the other
listens or pretends to.
One forgets
and the other
reminds him.
One denies
ever having been told.

7 Dec 06

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I was thinking along the lines of a better title, but the only thing that came to mind was the very cliched, "Like Father, Unlike Son," and that was just too corny for my tastes, so I kept it simple and straightforward.
 — starr

dys poem functions for father
 — unknown

Title's perfectly fitting since you don't mention any names in the poem.  
Short and bittersweet.  I hope you have a great holiday Starr, dysfunction and all, hell it's part of the love ain't it??hahaha.
All the best,
 — jenakajoffer

Thanks, Jen!  Yeah...dysfunction = love.  I hope you have a great Christmashanukwanzakah too!  Love, Starr
 — starr

Hey! I thought that I would check out your poem. It's really good. I love your style, and the truth your poems shout out to readers. I can't agree with your poem more no matter how many times I say something, it seems like no one hears me. Your poem speaks so much truth about the holidays and families. I know for a fact my father never listens to me. Your an excellent writer with a gift.
 — Bandrews

I wish I could face it.  My father has been diagnosed with Parkinson's and prostate cancer and I wish to be there in Maryland with him and Mom.  

Hug your families tight, if you've got them.  
 — Isabelle5

Straightforwardly good with a timely reminder written after the poem.

Larry fat goose Lark
 — larrylark

Wow, Bandrews...Thanks so much for that beautiful compliment you left earlier.  'Tis the season to be dysfunctional, huh?  God bless you AND your writing.  When you open your heart, the words just flow...Take care and thanks again.  I appreciate it.  Love, Starr
 — starr

Poem for My Father

One is dead
and the other
pretends to live.

One forgets
and the other
reminds him.

One denies
ever having known him.

Sorry, great poem, but it made me think of my father who I can't visit.
 — Fallen

Awwwwwwwwwwww...I'm sorry, Fallen.  I can relate though.  That's why I wrote this.  My father and I haven't bonded since I was 12 cuz he always called me "asshole" instead of by my name for much of my childhood life, so I started not liking him and then it turned to hating him and now that I'm older, I don't know what I feel anymore, but thanks for stopping by and you don't have to apologize for rewriting my poem.  I understand.  Hang in there.  
 — starr

Called you asshole, ouch! They didn't call me names but...

I would visit my dad once a year during the summer. His wife would take out a ledger and show me all that they had spent on me, I was a bill along with all the others. I knew how much I was worth because there was a total at the bottom of the page along side my name, it wasn't very much, and she complained it was too much.
 — Fallen

Evil.  I hope you know you're worth more than that ledger today, don't you?  What a terrible story.
 — starr

Hey starr this is such a good poem.
bitter-sweet reality.
ill jus shut my ass and straightaway add this to my favorites.
 — trochee

Hey,Troch!  LOL!  You're so witty and funny!  :-)  I love my pic and I will always be thankful to ya for that!  You're such a sweetheart, brotha.  Thanks also for the compliment to this poem.  You always make me feel like such a good writer!  God Bless, my friend in poetry.  Love, Starr
 — starr