Childhood to Adulthood

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Childhood to Adulthood

I remember being only 3 years old

And terrified of monsters under my bed.

You came into my room, larger than life

And told me I had no reason to worry my pretty head.

 

You took your sword and gave chase

To all the monsters in the town.

You forced them into the ocean

Where all of them surely drowned.

 

You refilled the ocean

With waters so pure and clean.

No monsters will ever again

Be heard from or seen.

 

You’ve been gone for so long now

Living above in the clouds.

I still think of you often.

Having you for my father made me so proud.

 

But now I have new monsters

Stalking me day and night.

Health problems, family drama, finances,

And I am too tired to fight.

 

I wish you were here

To chase them away, too.

Or maybe offer some fatherly advice,

Letting me know what to do.

 

I suppose at times all of us

Have our own demons to fight.

I am grateful for the weapons you gave me:

Knowledge, courage, support, and a special inner light.

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Rhymer commented on Childhood to Adulthood

04-29-2010

What an excellent tribute to your father and I am sure he has armed you well. 10 from me.

simoneaugustus

04/29/2010

I like to believe he has. Heroes today have nothing on him! Lol! I thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to read my work.

SavVySam commented on Childhood to Adulthood

04-20-2010

Important life lessons taught at a tender age by a caring and loving Father, have done well by you and followed you into adulthood. Nice write!

simoneaugustus

04/21/2010

Thank you for your kind words. It's been 9 years now and I still miss him every day, but his life continues through the lessons and values he lovingly bestowed. This was one of my few works that included a rhyming scheme and I was nervous how it would be received, but your comments made the anxiety worth it. Thanks, SavVy!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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