Remembering

I think that now you would be proud
of all I have achieved
But on that day in seventy-four
I merely felt deceived
I was fifteen then and, waking rude
my sunshine went away
with suits upon the doorstep
on that dark and painful day
A long, black car, a hated suit
The deep hole in the ground
The falling ring upon the wood
That lonely, hollow sound
Bereft back then but I have lived
a life since that sad day
as two and forty years have passed
since Daddy passed away
So on this nineteenth day of second month
I’ll raise a glass to you
Recalling fifteen precious years
with the father that I knew

©Jemverse

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. dray0308
    Feb 19, 2016 @ 14:28:19

    Absolutely beautiful tribute. I am sorry for your loss my friend.
    Danny

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    • Jem Croucher
      Feb 19, 2016 @ 15:34:39

      Thank you. 42 years is a long time, but how long is long enough? Not got there yet.

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      • dray0308
        Feb 19, 2016 @ 23:17:47

        Since I read your poem this morning my mind has been contemplating time. Time is the most confounding concept. It passes so quickly and before you know, you are the middle-aged man. Then you blink and you’re the old man. And then you’re gone. Has me a bit melancholy I must admit. That is what I love so much about poetry. It can strike you in your center like nothing else, at times.
        Danny

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      • Jem Croucher
        Feb 19, 2016 @ 23:38:18

        Thanks Danny – that’s just how I feel about the power of poetry, but it’s really humbling to hear it said of something you’ve written. Particularly when (like today’s) it’s straight from the heart.

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      • dray0308
        Feb 20, 2016 @ 00:57:21

        Cheers mate.

        Liked by 1 person

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