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A Loving Memorial to My Father

Updated on July 17, 2011

Poem written 11/29/07

When I was about seven,
I found a bird with a broken wing.
I cared for the bird
and kept the bird
and cared for the bird until she fully recovered.

I became attached to the bird
but my mother indicated
that I could not keep her
and had to set her free.

I cried but was uplifted
when the bird flew to
a tree and sang a happy song.

Death came knocking
at my door about a week ago.
He said, You have to let him go.
You can't keep him.
Set him free.

I am here to take
your father to a better place.
I held my fathers hand
and he held it tightly on his head.

Our hands where joined for over two hours.
I cried because
I could not repair my father's condition.

Death visited me again last night and
branded my spirit.
I gasped with the smell
of the pungent smoke.
The sting will go away
but the memory will last.

I sat down by the window in my room,
and had communion with my father.
We celebrated the blood that was shed
in the victories that we won
through our lives together.

I awoke and saw the bird gently glide
after a long wing stroke.
She faded into the full moon.
I could hear her song.

I will miss my dad.

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      IĆ°unn 9 years ago

      beautiful poetic memorial.

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      Ysabella1854 9 years ago

      I wish I could have known your father my darling. But I am seeing him in you also. I love you.

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      GoldiString 6 years ago

      If this was done at the time of your dad's impending death, your letting go, and mourning are written well here.

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      Ben Evans 6 years ago

      GoldiString,

      Thankyou, I had a hard time but I had to let go and still am letting go.

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      Julianna 6 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

      The time you shared with your father based on your poem was priceless. Sad when death knocks at the door, the little bird was an expression of release beautiful poem and so touching.

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      Ben Evans 6 years ago

      AEvans,

      It was very hard to watch. I am very glad that it can touch others. The comment you left is so very nice. Thank you so much.

      Ben

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      Julianna 6 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

      You loved your father immensely and releasing the bird when you were young was showing an act of caring and compassion. You never have to let your father go, he will always be deep in your heart. His presence is not on earth but the best gift your mom and dad had was when they had you. You are a person that was heavensent. :)

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      sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

      Hello Ben,

      I am a new follower because I saw your kindness to another stranger in a poetry forum. Our hearts and souls are more truly revealed by our actions rather than our words. Your words in this poem descibe your actions with the bird and your father and the two events merge in release, both natural and spiritual.Your poem is a sound expression of grief and acceptance. Thank you.

      The circumstances of my own father's passing have yet to be released through such honest sentiment. Though I wrote verse to process his passing,my words were an elegy of the man and his life's achievements and I have not reached deeply enough into my heart and soul as you have. Cheers.

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      Ben Evans 6 years ago

      sligobay,

      Thank you very much for you sentiment. Death is a very hard thing to deal with. I am very sorry for your death.

      My father was struggling and he had lung cancer and hung on for almost 2 years. He was a very strong man and super fit and then after a year he was emaciated and he tried to whip the cancer but he couldn't. It was sad and I know how it feels. The sadness will never leave me.

      I am sorry about your father.

      Cheers,

      Ben

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      Eiddwen 6 years ago from Wales

      What a beautiful poem and I am so sorry for your loss. I lost my daughter last year and I have a memorial hub for her here on HP. Writing really is so therapetic isn't it and you really are a sincere and natural writer. I also came accross you in a forum and I am looking forward to reading more of your work. Take care and God Bless Ben.

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      Ben Evans 6 years ago

      Eiddwen,

      I am so sorry to hear about your daughter. Writing is very therapeutic. I really appreciate the your kind words. Thank you very much.

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      generalbrat 6 years ago from california,usa

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      Ben Evans 6 years ago

      generalbrat,

      Thank you very much for the great compliment. I would be more than happy for you to put any of my poems in your book. That would be a great honor. I am very glad that you enjoyed it. I will check out your site.

      Cheers

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      Rad Man 6 years ago

      Wow. Ben, that touched me because I watched my mom suffer from lung cancer and eventually pass a few years ago. It certainly brings one closer to understanding what life is all about and your poem put words to emotions. I found having something like found in this link very helpful. www.alovingmemorial.com

      Thanks

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      rebekahELLE 5 years ago from Tampa Bay

      Beautiful.

      I sat down by the window in my room,

      and had communion with my father.

      We celebrated the blood that was shed

      in the victories that we won

      through our lives together.

      I awoke and saw the bird gently glide

      after a long wing stroke.

      She faded into the full moon.

      I could hear her song.

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