my mood

father's day is difficult for me every year

1956 Atlantic City

my mood
is like an empty chair
rocking on a porch
do you see it there - - near the seaside?
it's waiting to be filled

today i’ve decided to borrow your mirth
adopt the spring in your step
espouse your optimistic view of life
then stand back to admire
the view from the terrace

the humid breeze generously delivers
flower scented air to the veranda
while a tired smile plays on my lips
it’s all good - - because you were my daddy

Reviews

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This is a beautiful tribute to your dad, Lydi...I lost mine late last year and though I had opportunity to spend a lot of time with him, I do wish I could have had more and there are days I feel like that chair, empty and other times filled... at least we have memories :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, memories are precious. Thank you for the review and the compassion, FT. Lydi**

[ANTO]

Sorry Lydia. I know we should review the poem but I can't not focus on the section of the photograph where your father's arm is around you and his hand resting on yours - its more than that - he is encapsulating you in love.

A very moving write my friend. God Bless.

[Lydia Shutter]

He was Anto....and in my heart he still does. Thank you so much.

[ANTO]

You're very welcome dear friend. :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

his smile perpetual...the grief of his loss...also perpetual...

I felt this one...thinking of my mother.

thank you.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

I wish you did not understand so well, my friend. Thanks for the review. Lydi**