Finding My Way
Forty-three years
have silently passed
the worst day of my life
when I saw you last.
Didn't know what to do
just watched as you died
helpless and scared
a future denied.
Forward I crawled
uncertain to where
left much to chance
'cause life's never fair.
Plans unfulfilled
potential unfound
just living a life
with barely a sound.
But you are still here
alive within me
your kindness and love
were always so free.
Your humor, your wit
reside in my mind
and pour from my pores
line after line.
In need of release
I'm letting it go
as darkness subsides
light easily flows
At last, I am there
now living today
because of you, Dad
I'm finding my way.
Published by Frank Mucci
A Pulitzer Prize-winning author and People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive for 2010, Frank likes to make up crap about himself. He will be honored later this year with the Nobel Prize for Literature. View profile
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8 Comments
Post a CommentFrank! Wait a minute...is this Frank Mucci's page?...Wow - this is excellent and so different for you. But I knew you had a terrific sensitive side. You look quite a bit like him.
Very touching peom, thanks for sharing with all of us.
Beautiful work, Frank! Wow, I came here prepared to laugh, but now I need a Kleenex.
That was a very eloquent tribute.
And you said one time that you're not good at poetry. Well me and my box of kleenex would beg to differ. Beatutiful heartfelt poem.
Tremendous tribute to your dad!
You are lucky to have found his gift to you.
i heard the band keeping the tempo for Frank. Thank you. Your Dad would frame this. You know he would.