Departure

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    Departure

     

    He was there at the airport

    of our colorful Brazilian hometown.

    His eyes had aged

    And his fine, thinning hair

    had been tinted

    by the white of time.

    His gestures were small

    and complacent.

    I knew him for so long

    And so intently

    Yet I could say nothing.

    To tell him

    I loved him

    Wouldn’t suffice.

    Half of my life

    I have been gone…

    His embrace felt both

    Awkward and comforting.

    But it was the familiar sound

    of his voice that made me cry.

    So I said a faded good bye

    once again.

    And my father was left standing

    Among other family members,

    behind the glass wall and the magnetometer.

    He stood there vigilant and contrite

    Until I couldn’t see him any longer.

    Now we were father

    and daughter apart.

    The secret of our exposed love,

    Intact.

    And the weight of my heart

    Was so intense that

    Almost kept the plane

    from taking flight.

     

    Sandra Lira Rodrigues

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    HarverTomsson commented on Departure

    04-11-2011

    Well written poem of tenderness and permanence in a sea of change.

    bluewolf commented on Departure

    06-21-2010

    Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown Having lost my father in 1995, this poem is a wonderful reminder of the times we had together and the depth of love he showed me each and every day of his life. Was life perfect-no; nor is it as a whole. But the love of a father is a special gift. Thank you for reminding us of this.

    mariadapoesia

    06/22/2010

    Yes, Bluewolf, the love of a father is indeed a very special gift. The truth is I miss my father more so every day, for I know our time is elapsing faster than we would wish. Life might not be perfect, but I'm glad it gave me a chance to reconect with my father and to realize how much we love each other despite living so far apart... Thank you for your candid comment and sorry for your loss! Love, Sandra

    jyothi commented on Departure

    05-14-2010

    Beautiful feeling more old we grow more affection we have of parents.

    Hampton commented on Departure

    05-02-2010

    A beautiful write full of feeling. You write very well. Excellent.

    mariadapoesia

    05/14/2010

    Dear Hampton, your comment humbles me... TY from the bottom of my heart!

    Dano commented on Departure

    04-20-2010

    a nice touching story... very nicely written... thank you for sharing

    mariadapoesia

    04/21/2010

    Thank you for taking the time to read it and leave a comment! Have a nice day! sandra

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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