SCARS, Dear Old Dad

Posted On September 20, 2007

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SCARS 

Crimson droplets drip slowly

Floating into an endless abyss

Never to be seen by the naked eye

Yet, they continue to fall

 

Memories of a long, lost love

Plague my heart, burn my soul

Like maggots tearing at flesh

The feeding, an infinite saga

 

A gash across my forehead bleeds

Deep blue turning blood red

The souvenir from my last ride

With an intoxicated friend, long gone

 

The road map to motherhood

Trails across my abdomen

Leaving its mark for all to witness

Like permanent markers on an atlas

 

Rapidly pulsing veins

Increasing pressure, low and high

Creating a hardening of life

Aneurysm waiting to happen

 

Remembering the scars of life

Physical, emotional in hiding

The throbbing in my head returns

Leaving the graves behind

Dear Old Dad

I remember him bouncing me on his knee

Throwing me up and catching me

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember Sundays at Easter time

Colored eggs and poems that rhyme

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember washing the car in a creek

Splashing in the water ’till I was weak

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember service at a country church

Wildwood flowers and trees of birch

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember after church at the Ladies Aid

Eatin’ all the goodies that the women made

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember lights on a Christmas tree

All the pretty presents bought for me

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember takin’ sips of a Schafer beer

Thinkin’ it was bad and tasted weird

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember bible verses on Sunday morn

Singin’ from hymnals old and torn

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember the yard workin’ on a car

Then you takin’ off for the local bar

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember when you preached the very first time

Proudly saying that dad was mine

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember your nightmares from the war

Admitted to the hospital, seventh floor

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

I remember being called a wildcats kitten

With my dad I was totally smitten

I remember well, Dear Old Dad

You probably wonder why I wrote this stuff

You must think I think you’re old and rough

Cause I remember well, Dear Old Dad

What I really want to say is how much its meant

For all the time and money you’ve spent

May the good Lord keep you well, Dear Old Dad

2 Responses to “ SCARS, Dear Old Dad ”

  1. kym

    I have not finished reading all, but had to stop and leave a note. My heart has been touched, I am in ahh, you have inspired and humbled me. I appreciate that you have shared your words and thoughts and that I had the pleasure to view them.

    kym

    P.S. Dear Old Dad made me cry

  2. wvwriter007

    Bless you and thanks.

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