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My Father
by Roger Crique (Age: 52)
copyright 07-01-2005


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  My Father
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I walk constantly in his shadow.
For he was a great man,
not too harsh, not too lenient,
but someone I know I should follow.

He was courteous, soft-spoken and learned.
He was aloof at times, but never stern.
My father was a musician, a poet, a bible reader.
He was a taxi driver and a chorus leader.

I remember one day, I was in need of correction.
He pulled me to his face and there, I saw my reflection.
This was funny to me, so I laughed in his face.
Soon I realized he had invaded my space.

His anger was obvious. But what did I know?
I laughed in his face and then came a blow.
In my face he struck me, but ever so gently.
I ranted and raved; but I resented it plenty.

He was aware that I was upset.
So, he released me and prayed for the best.
I was angry and did not speak to him for a while.
But he always embraced me and gave me a smile.

The years had passed. And I left my land.
I came to New York. I followed my plan.
I got married, had children and he stayed behind
But as time passed, I missed him and kept him in mind.

He came to New York and worked for a living.
He always found time for his love to be giving.
He died at Saint Luke’s; a sick and old man.
I just want him to know, I'm his biggest fan!




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10-01-2005 Regina Pate    

I have read this one before but I read it again I really like the way you wrote it and how you reached for him in there. I can see you pleas and cry for rest, but just know I think you're the best.
07-03-2005 Jonathon Bywaters    

I still have my father but recently lost my mother. I like the sentiments in this very much. Has given me some thoughts maybe i need to pass on. I loved this piece. Thank you.
Jonathon.
07-01-2005 James Shammas    

I sense some ambiguity in your feelings for your father-- almost as if you're a bit tentative in going all the way in expressing your feelings, good or bad. It's still taking time for me, and my Dad's dead three years. It's a process of love and forgiveness and it should go on in a healthy manner, even if the other person is not in your life. Nice write.

Jim
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