Father's legacy

baseball diversion grants family bond;
Hemmingway imagery bows Bacardi eyes.
photographs grace expresso esteem,
father's remnants, on my birthday he died.

the morning mirror summons his face
in the abstract amusement of my son;
remembering throwing one rose to dirt
since the twenty plus years he's gone.

rusty reminders fade fleeting dreams
succumbing spanish poet sailing free,
safe from the chains of communism;
colostomy bag climaxed cancer calamity.

watch t.v. as space shuttle shatters sky
while the radiation reduces your fire,
ice the temporal cure to dry mouth,
one Heineken was your last desire.

feared forsaking family till final breath,
knowing when you left I'd fall apart
into addiction's aspirations obscure
penance, ten years to get back my heart.

you molded me with Poe and Stevenson
to cherish culture, respect humanity,
inheritance that I pass on to the boy
crushing my vanity to bring me sanity.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-10 at 02:47

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I dn't quite know if it is the rhythm, the associations awakening, or the way you allitterate. Anyway, reading this txt has been a beautiful and good experience: Thank you!
2007-03-10


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my dad died on my older sister's birthday. i like the second verse here especially, we carry with us our fathers and our grandfathers, passed down dna to remind us where we come from. and poetry taught and still being passed along, a good thing, as long as we have breath in the world there will be poetry. a good poem.
2007-03-10