How Should I Remember You
Since you passed away;
Yes, I still remember;
That cold February day;
Standing on that hillside;
When the bag pipes played;
In a plot right next to mom;
That's where you were laid;
Some say that I should hate you;
For all of the wrong that you've done;
But deep inside I always knew;
You were the lonely one;
You grew up in violence;
Your father raged as your mom prayed;
You spent your life self-medicating;
A destructive cycle was made;
Yes, you were an abusive husband;
You were a terrible dad;
Yet even through all the turmoil;
Good times were sometimes had;
As the years passed quickly;
You realized that you were wrong;
And finally left the bottle;
While the rest of us moved on;
I have never seen you cry;
Until the day mom passed away;
For you there was no consolation;
When your heart was broke that day;
Some days you would come to visit;
We were closer than we had ever been;
We would order pizza and play blackjack;
And sometimes you would let me win;
Yes, I admit that I miss you;
And the tears sometimes don't stop;
I would never call you "daddy";
But forever you are "Pop"
Published by Lisa R. Strong
I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre... View profile
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7 Comments
Post a CommentLisa what a beautiful poem. I can relate to it very well, unlike yours, my dad didn't stop drinking until he found out that cancer had taken over his stomach and was moving up his esophagus. To watch him suffer and seeing the regret in his eyes for 9 months was heartbreaking. You were right, when you said his childhood set the course of your Pop's life, most alcoholics come down that same path. And as adult children of alcoholics there are certain traits that we all share. If you can find it, read the book, ' Adult children Of Alcoholics' I will have to look up the author I can't remember, but I'll get it to you. I couldn't believe it, it was as if the book was written about me! The boat picture
is so significant related to your poem. Thank you so much for sharing this one.
A touching description of a pathetic sequence that should not happen to anybody.How to console you?You have portrayed the tragic scene into a fine poem that will last long to tell how a great soul you are!
My Sister Lisa, we both are burning in the same fire of sorrowness, that is the sorrow of loss of our fathers. I can feel how shocking is that. Yes, who leave this earth never comes back. Very nice, heartfelt, touching, tearproducing and outstanding poem. Thanks a lot.
I cried, this was so very touching. Thank you for sharing.
beautiful Miss Lisa. ken
Your comfort is that he finally realized he was wrong. Maybe letting you win at blackjack later on can be a metaphor for his unspoken wish that he had let you win at life when you were young instead of stacking the deck against you.
Mary is right. And I think everyone here agrees that you have such a big heart Lisa. This poem is another great tribute for the love of your dad. :-)