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Post by Meluivan Indil on Jan 14, 2007 21:50:42 GMT -5
Well I think all of you know that I am not a poet. I've never claimed to be, but I've had something on my mind for the last couple of years that needed to go down on paper. This poem is dedicated to my father, who passed away a couple of years ago. His birthday is at the end of this month. I Hope They Understand They sit and cry, And they cannot ever guess why
Why did this have to be? Why did it have to be me?
I have stayed for so long, As they continuously pray that I hang on.
And for them I am here For them I stay near
Though in my heart I know, That it is beyond time for me to go.
I wanted to leave, But I just could not stand to see them grieve.
But I cannot deny that it is time, And for that reason I will steal away as if committing a crime.
I hope in my heart that they can understand, For my life is no longer mine to command.
I hope they understand.To better explain what I'm getting at here, my father lived on a respirator for the last 3 weeks of his life, even though he had told my mother that he did not want to live that way. When the doctors asked her whether to put him on the respirator she could not stand to let him go. And even though he had every right to hate my mother and the rest of us for doing that to him I only saw love in his eyes those last few weeks. He suffered it for us, because it is what we needed. I guess this is just a way for me to tell my father that I understand what he went through for us.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 14, 2007 22:02:39 GMT -5
That's beautiful and touching. I really feel you knew exactly what he saw and felt, and I don't know what else I could say to appropriately explain how I feel this was done... however, you should know that it doesn't take a poet to write poetry, but rather true feeling for the subject that comes through strongest. I can feel what you feel, and it would tear an ordinary person apart to say this is not good, for that would be the purest form of lie. This is fantastic. I wish you and your father's spirit well.
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Jan 14, 2007 22:08:08 GMT -5
Thank you dante. I've thought about those last few weeks for a long time now, and I truly feel like I know what he was thinking even though he could not talk to us. I'm happy for him now, because I know how tired he was and how ready he was for it to end. And I keep remembering that no matter how much I miss him.
M.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 14, 2007 22:18:43 GMT -5
I'm sure he thanks you for your faith in him - that you knew he was doing what he thought was best and understood. And being remebered so makes the dead happy, so I've heard. I'm sure he is happy and wants you to be as well, and he glad when you are happy and waiting for you to come around when you are not, but he will never again be angered by anything. He's happy you're happy and that you understand, and that's what counts, right?
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Post by Meluivan Indil on Jan 14, 2007 22:23:13 GMT -5
Yes, most definately. I know he's happy and that's worth the times I want to cry. And I'll still cry for him at times. But now the tears don't hurt. They feel refreshing. So yes I am happy.
M.
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Post by danteslover on Jan 14, 2007 22:29:00 GMT -5
*nods* And that is what counts... *gives slightly 'out of the moment' thumbs up of complete approval*
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