#fatherandson - Hello Poetry

— a little chat with the wisest man I’ll ever know — I met him today… the wisest old man I have ever known sat with him for thirty minutes… maybe more and I talked— about childhood about laughter about us … L 🪶 J … I told him about the brickyard days dust in the air and joy in our bones about Christmas— the first one I remember I was four and Santa brought a train set and for a moment… the world was perfect … L 🪶 J … I reminded him of his smile that quiet laugh that never needed to be loud to be heard and then… I told the truth about the things I got wrong the times I wasn’t there … L 🪶 J … Because I was a soldier… with a job to do that’s what I told myself but somewhere between duty and distance we lost time missed moments whole pieces of each other’s lives … L 🪶 J … I spoke of trees how we felled them with axe and bow saw how we drove fence posts into stubborn earth I was only five but it felt like heaven … L 🪶 J … And the donkey— God… the donkey always escaping wandering Carlton Hill and that poor policeman bringing him back again… and again… and me— laughing because somehow he was always looking for me … L 🪶 J … Standhill Road Infants… that was my school that was my world and for a moment I was back there small carefree whole … L 🪶 J … I laughed… until the laughter broke into tears just a little just enough to remind me I’m still human … L 🪶 J … I wiped them away a little embarrassed I don’t cry… not really but this— this was different … L 🪶 J … And then I told him how sorry I was for the day he went away how I wanted— needed— to be there to say goodbye … L 🪶 J … I told him I wish we had one more game of chess even if we forgot the rules even if we hadn’t played in years just one more moment across the board with him … L 🪶 J … And before I left… I made him a promise … L 🪶 J … I will visit often now I know where you are … L 🪶 J … not in houses not in places but here— in the quiet corners of my heart … L 🪶 J … because you may be gone from this world but never from me

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 7:30 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

A Conversation

— a little chat with the wisest man I’ll ever know — I met him today… the wisest old man I have ever known sat with him for thirty minutes… maybe more and I talked— about childhood about laughter about us … L 🪶 J … I told him about the brickyard days dust in the air and joy in our bones about Christmas— the first one I remember I was four and Santa brought a train set and for a moment… the world was perfect … L 🪶 J … I reminded him of his smile that quiet laugh that never needed to be loud to be heard and then… I told the truth about the things I got wrong the times I wasn’t there … L 🪶 J … Because I was a soldier… with a job to do that’s what I told myself but somewhere between duty and distance we lost time missed moments whole pieces of each other’s lives … L 🪶 J … I spoke of trees how we felled them with axe and bow saw how we drove fence posts into stubborn earth I was only five but it felt like heaven … L 🪶 J … And the donkey— God… the donkey always escaping wandering Carlton Hill and that poor policeman bringing him back again… and again… and me— laughing because somehow he was always looking for me … L 🪶 J … Standhill Road Infants… that was my school that was my world and for a moment I was back there small carefree whole … L 🪶 J … I laughed… until the laughter broke into tears just a little just enough to remind me I’m still human … L 🪶 J … I wiped them away a little embarrassed I don’t cry… not really but this— this was different … L 🪶 J … And then I told him how sorry I was for the day he went away how I wanted— needed— to be there to say goodbye … L 🪶 J … I told him I wish we had one more game of chess even if we forgot the rules even if we hadn’t played in years just one more moment across the board with him … L 🪶 J … And before I left… I made him a promise … L 🪶 J … I will visit often now I know where you are … L 🪶 J … not in houses not in places but here— in the quiet corners of my heart … L 🪶 J … because you may be gone from this world but never from me

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A Poem by 1SP Yours, by the first time I laid eyes on you, Yours, after all we had been through; By the time we had first embraced, I knew that my job was to see it take place... That big old tree house with two swings beneath As stars in my skies align each time you breathe; Just say a prayer and tell me what is a wish of yours, And I'll never stop until God says I fulfilled my purpose; Like you're thriving in a true greatness like Yours, like you walking in the greatest life called Yours, I'll keep showering you in a lifetime full of fun; Everything you can possibly need and want, I will pursue it for you until it's yours. Yours, all things you dream you can be, Yours, all things you can mean to me; For a moment of lifetime to build a memory Of you being right here with me... That big old tree house with two swings beneath As stars in my skies align each time you breathe, Just say a prayer and tell me what is a wish of yours, And I'll never stop until God says I fulfilled my purpose; Like you're thriving in a true greatness like Yours, like you walking in the greatest life called Yours, I'll keep showering you in a lifetime full of fun; Everything you can possibly need and want, I will pursue it for you until it's yours. You know I will pursue it until it's yours Malik, you have a dad you can rely on, You have a dad to plant your goals on, Harvest all of yours one after one... Ⓒ Official 1SP This poem is featured in the book,'ACT LIKE YOU KNOW II: Extradition x Epigraphs' https://amzn.to/3QnyDy1 #1sp #official1sp #1sppoems #yours #poemsforkids #fatherandson #parenting #fatherhood #actlikeyouknow #extradition #By #epigraphs

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Jun 19, 2023

Jun 19, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC

Official1SP

YOURS

A Poem by 1SP Yours, by the first time I laid eyes on you, Yours, after all we had been through; By the time we had first embraced, I knew that my job was to see it take place... That big old tree house with two swings beneath As stars in my skies align each time you breathe; Just say a prayer and tell me what is a wish of yours, And I'll never stop until God says I fulfilled my purpose; Like you're thriving in a true greatness like Yours, like you walking in the greatest life called Yours, I'll keep showering you in a lifetime full of fun; Everything you can possibly need and want, I will pursue it for you until it's yours. Yours, all things you dream you can be, Yours, all things you can mean to me; For a moment of lifetime to build a memory Of you being right here with me... That big old tree house with two swings beneath As stars in my skies align each time you breathe, Just say a prayer and tell me what is a wish of yours, And I'll never stop until God says I fulfilled my purpose; Like you're thriving in a true greatness like Yours, like you walking in the greatest life called Yours, I'll keep showering you in a lifetime full of fun; Everything you can possibly need and want, I will pursue it for you until it's yours. You know I will pursue it until it's yours Malik, you have a dad you can rely on, You have a dad to plant your goals on, Harvest all of yours one after one... Ⓒ Official 1SP This poem is featured in the book,'ACT LIKE YOU KNOW II: Extradition x Epigraphs' https://amzn.to/3QnyDy1 #1sp #official1sp #1sppoems #yours #poemsforkids #fatherandson #parenting #fatherhood #actlikeyouknow #extradition #By #epigraphs

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Daddy held me in his arms Once, when I was five; He wasn't one to embrace, To clap and say well-done. To hear him speak two words Was volumes from someone Who tsked and rolled, But never scolded His daughters and his sons. In his hold, so foreign, He made his assumption, That I was content to be held, Though squirming for the ground. For me it wasn't soothing, He never was inviting, His demeanor so discomforting, He never did it again; Not that I could tell; And yet the security Never diminished From arms that once held me.

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Arms That Once Held Me

Daddy held me in his arms Once, when I was five; He wasn't one to embrace, To clap and say well-done. To hear him speak two words Was volumes from someone Who tsked and rolled, But never scolded His daughters and his sons. In his hold, so foreign, He made his assumption, That I was content to be held, Though squirming for the ground. For me it wasn't soothing, He never was inviting, His demeanor so discomforting, He never did it again; Not that I could tell; And yet the security Never diminished From arms that once held me.

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Piles of papers glaring at me. Signed, stamped, copied, for time and a fee. Words and no promises, on the bark of a tree. While you're somewhere else rapidly growing. Days pass, we punch clocks, adding the time. As the papers, they sit in the back of my mind. She thinks wanting to see you is none but a crime. While you're somewhere else distantly dreaming. All the jabber and frenzy of what's wrong and right, While no one observes our rigorous plight, The lack of your presence haunts him at night. While you're somewhere else sharing your laughter. Your room is filled with your toys and your smiles, Waiting for you to play in it awhile. Waging war with the enemy goes on for miles. While you're somewhere else slowly forgetting. To say sadness is present does not quite explain. All the stress, anger, longing inside of his brain. Constantly trying to distract from the pain. While you're with those who want to restrain you. I believe there is good in the hearts of the wise, Yet, some will use pawns to harvest the lies. While the ones they need dearly are hung out to dry. While you're somewhere else coloring pictures. In the end, we will see you again and again. No matter how many papers or strokes of a pen. We love you, bubba, and we WON'T give in. Cause you're somewhere else, incomplete.

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC

tara-antonini

While You're Somewhere Else

Piles of papers glaring at me. Signed, stamped, copied, for time and a fee. Words and no promises, on the bark of a tree. While you're somewhere else rapidly growing. Days pass, we punch clocks, adding the time. As the papers, they sit in the back of my mind. She thinks wanting to see you is none but a crime. While you're somewhere else distantly dreaming. All the jabber and frenzy of what's wrong and right, While no one observes our rigorous plight, The lack of your presence haunts him at night. While you're somewhere else sharing your laughter. Your room is filled with your toys and your smiles, Waiting for you to play in it awhile. Waging war with the enemy goes on for miles. While you're somewhere else slowly forgetting. To say sadness is present does not quite explain. All the stress, anger, longing inside of his brain. Constantly trying to distract from the pain. While you're with those who want to restrain you. I believe there is good in the hearts of the wise, Yet, some will use pawns to harvest the lies. While the ones they need dearly are hung out to dry. While you're somewhere else coloring pictures. In the end, we will see you again and again. No matter how many papers or strokes of a pen. We love you, bubba, and we WON'T give in. Cause you're somewhere else, incomplete.

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"Father, Father Don't leave me here Father, Father Promise me you won't" "Oh son, my dearest Son Father is here But please do not weep, Father had to leave for us to live" "But Father, my Father I can't bear For I was a child, Losing you is my fear" "My Son, my Son Don't be scared Father will return And I'll drown all your mare" "Father, Father I'll wait for your return Father, Father Promise me you will" "My Son, my dearest Son Just wait in here And promise, I will" "Father? Father? It's been years Mother is sick Still waiting for your return" "Father? Father? I'm afraid You promise you will be back But still, waiting here in vain" "Father? Father? I'm afraid Mother is gone I'm still here, holding the promises you will"

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May 3, 2016

May 3, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC

reyn-moico

"F"

"Father, Father Don't leave me here Father, Father Promise me you won't" "Oh son, my dearest Son Father is here But please do not weep, Father had to leave for us to live" "But Father, my Father I can't bear For I was a child, Losing you is my fear" "My Son, my Son Don't be scared Father will return And I'll drown all your mare" "Father, Father I'll wait for your return Father, Father Promise me you will" "My Son, my dearest Son Just wait in here And promise, I will" "Father? Father? It's been years Mother is sick Still waiting for your return" "Father? Father? I'm afraid You promise you will be back But still, waiting here in vain" "Father? Father? I'm afraid Mother is gone I'm still here, holding the promises you will"

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