SCARS, Dear Old Dad
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
September 20, 2007
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
Bless you and thanks.