Poem

Dad, my first guy, by MwsR

Pictures are all I have
They are like a wound with a little salve.
You are and always will be
The very core part of me.
I know you existed I see and hear about it all.
I just wish you were still here for me to call.
Often you are in my head
I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.
If one little wish I was able to make
It might be to see you, you know before the ache.
Dads are more than a name we give,
They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.
I never got to have that with you
I often think about what if’s and it makes me blue.
Others get to call up their dads and talk
Some get to spend time with them and go for walks
I get to ponder and wonder a lot
About what I have and what I not.
It is not your fault I am sure you would have stayed
But that wasn’t how it all got played.
Taken too soon from this earth and from your family
The ones who loved you and made you happy.
I guess some things never come to be
Like my wish for you to had known me.
Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you
And carrying on about the days that we went through.
It’s a good thing memories come around
Because that’s all some have when their hearts start to frown.
Dad, I know if you knew me
You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.
You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,
After all, you were my first guy.

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Poem

Photographs by MwsR

Photographs, times, I can’t remember, but I can see
None though, except one of you and me.
The hardest part is gathering bits here or there
And hearing how losing you was so hard to bear.
Pictures can’t fix what my mind goes through
Or make my dreams of you come true.
The ones who knew you, I sure envy so!
That’s not something I’ll ever know.
I wish you could have been alive to see
That little baby that grew into me.
Gone but never too far
From that hole in my heart that now has become a permanent scar.
If I were allowed a day of happy
I’d wish it to be with you, my Daddy.

Poem(written to the father I never got to know)

DAD, my first guy, by MwsR

Pictures are all I have
They are like a wound with a little salve.
You are and always will be
The very core part of me.
I know you existed I see and hear about it all.
I just wish you were still here for me to call.
Often you are in my head
I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.
If one little wish I was able to make
It might be to see you, you know before the ache.
Dads are more than a name we give,
They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.
I never got to have that with you
I often think about what if’s and it makes me blue.
Others get to call up their dads and talk
Some get to spend time with them and go for walks
I get to ponder and wonder a lot
About what I have and what I not.
It is not your fault I am sure you would have stayed
But that wasn’t how it all got played.
Taken too soon from this earth and from your family
The ones who loved you and made you happy.
I guess some things never come to be
Like my wish for you to had known me.
Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you
And carrying on about the days that we went through.
It’s a good thing memories come around
Because that’s all some have when their hearts start to frown.
Dad, I know if you knew me
You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.
You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,
After all, you were my first guy.

The One I Still Mourn,by MwsR

In this dream

You are standing there, looking at me

Smiling as big as the blue Atlantic Sea.

In your hands you have a sweet little kitten

Something we both are so smitten of

We talk about the weather

And our times together

We both share eyes of blue

Both are the even the same hue

I ask you to take me to the ocean

So we can see what all we can see, where the space is open

You pull me close to share a hug

I warmly accept and feel snug

In this dream, you are realer than real

Although that could never happen, that’s the real deal.

You left this earth so long ago

I was left to mourn you so.

It just wasn’t our time in this life,

Perhaps the next one…

I will wait for eternity to see you again,

Instead of in pictures, in the very end.

My heart is always bound,

By the dad I still have not found.

The one who was there when I was born

The one I still mourn.

Dad,poem

DAD, my first guy

Pictures are all I have

They are like a wound with a little salve.

You are and always will be

The very core part of me.

I know you existed I see and hear about it all.

I just wish you were still here for me to call.

Often you are in my head

I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.

If one little wish I was able to make

It might be to see you, you know before the ache.

Dads are more than a name we give,

They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.

I never got to have that with you

I often think about what if’s and it makes me blue.

Others get to call up their dads and talk

Some get to spend time with them and go for walks

I get to ponder and wonder a lot

About what I have and what I do not.

It is not your fault I am sure you would had stayed

But that wasn’t how your life was played.

Taken too soon from this earth and from your family

The ones who loved you and made you happy.

I guess some things never come to be

Like my wish for you to had known me.

Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you

And carrying on about the days that we went through.

It’s a good thing memories come around

Because that’s all some have, when their hearts start to frown.

Dad, I know if you knew me

You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.

You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,

After all you were my first guy.

You would had been… (dad) In leu of Father’s Day.

The you I picture,

Stout and surefooted

Calm and dangerously wild

Present minded but living in the future

Arrogant and stubborn

Supportive but still alone

Restless and spontaneous

Free and in-prisoned by your will.

Proud of family

But desperate to escape world pressures

Enjoyable and humorous

Animal lover and wildlife hunter.

Father, husband, and son.

If I could imagine how you would be…

The most important would be, still here, with me. 😦

MwsR ❤