Happy Father’s Day Dad, Original Poetry

This poem is featured in the “Family Poems” ebook by Adan & Sheila Lerma, a collection of over one hundred original poems.

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[ please note: this poem was inadvertently removed, and is re-posted for view effective May 05, 2013, Cinco de Mayo ]

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Happy Father’s Day Dad

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hi dad

i’m gonna write this

as a son a father a yogi and a soul

so if it sounds to you the way it sounds to me

well, just take that deep breath you’d seem

to often have to take with me while

i wound my way to some clarity

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i knew you’d like that 😉

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i miss you

are

you in a cloud in heaven

or over my shoulder smiling at

what i don’t know yet?

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do you

remember taking us

for fireworks when i was ten

and you’d come home dirt tired but

loaded us in the car

then

got stuck in mud beside the road

and all i wanted was to

set one bottle rocket

off?

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i remember the last time i saw you

go inside the special mini

bus

to your dialysis

and

we’d been stern with each other

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does the soul of me

tell the soul

of you

that

that didn’t matter?

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we still loved each other?

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does the dad in me

pass

enough along to

my boy

and my girls

to make them wonder some

thing like that?

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does the yogi

in me

understand

that

detachment

is what

enables me to see

some of this

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and doesn’t

begin

to mean

we’re not attached?

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i think

the son in me

and dad in me

and soul of me

is yogi enough

to feel it’s so

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happy father’s day dad

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© adan lerma 2011

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though my dad’s been gone a few years now, and i’ve begun to see my mom more her own person, there’s no capacity, or desire, on my part, to see them more than slightly different people

my dad would not have lasted the decades the doctors marveled at without her

and my mom’s enduring strength and humor would not have mattered as much, to her, without him

so i present them as they began, officially at least 😉

and i began, emotionally at least –

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if i’ve the soul i suspect i have…

it probably got it’s destination call about this time 😉

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namaste – con dios – god be with you

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