Thursday, September 16, 2010

My father


My father lies
in many tombs,
perhaps the organs
in medical rooms.
Friends we were
on Saturday morns,
hopping and shopping
and packages borne.
The books he read
made a reader of me
of justice and liberal
Christianity.
The vacations we took
when my mother passed,
best friends forever,
forever fast.
But what he left
was a bullshit free
spirit that lives
forever in me.



placed in Poets United Thursday Think Tank #15: Think about who you remember


16 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2010 at 1:21 PM

    Great tribute to your Father. Love and Light, Sender

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  2. MarySeptember 16, 2010 at 1:43 PM

    Philip, I know I would have liked your father. He sounds like he was a wonderful example to you. I love the "bullshit free spirit."

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  3. WeaselSeptember 16, 2010 at 2:13 PM

    A wonderful flowing tribute! =)

    -Weasel

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  4. The Square CornerSeptember 16, 2010 at 2:24 PM

    Wow. That was something else. Father's are quite special.

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2010 at 4:11 PM

    Great poem, Philip! I too love the "bullshit free spirit"...we need a lot more of that in the world! If you were lucky to have a father like that, he was equally blessed to have you as a son...

    Lynette

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  6. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 16, 2010 at 4:39 PM

    Wonderful! I so love the last two lines. Good work.

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2010 at 4:57 PM

    i join the likeness of the free bullshit spirit...
    ..
    lovely read and tribute..

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  8. Rinkly RimesSeptember 16, 2010 at 10:20 PM

    And you have given him a lovely epitaph in return!

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  9. Eileen T O'Neill .....September 17, 2010 at 8:45 AM

    Philip,
    A superb and loving tribute to your father.
    I suspect that you enjoy his gift of the 'free spirit', most of all....

    Best wishes,
    Eileen

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  10. Carrie Van HornSeptember 17, 2010 at 8:53 AM

    This is so wonderful and such a beautiful tribute to the impact a wonderful soul in our life has....even when they are not right by our side anymore...I love the first line....what powerful words...This is truly inspirational!

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  11. UnknownSeptember 17, 2010 at 11:35 AM

    he was a good Dad, was he? hope someday our kids will say the same about us...

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  12. Philip ThriftSeptember 17, 2010 at 11:48 AM

    A good dad, yes. One who learned and cherished me. The last moment with him dying in the hospital room, I'll never forget.

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  13. Diane TSeptember 17, 2010 at 3:10 PM

    In honor of your dad but a very funny ending! Glowingly written!

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  14. VictoriaSeptember 18, 2010 at 9:49 PM

    I bet your father would love this poem.

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  15. Paul Andrew RussellSeptember 19, 2010 at 5:22 PM

    A very nice tribute to your father, Philip. I wish so much to have had a good father like yours.

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  16. EllaSeptember 19, 2010 at 11:17 PM

    I love this; I lost my Dad, he was fun and adventurous. Truly a powerful piece~ I love it!
    Sorry for your loss!

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