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Tears of a Son in Graduation Day

Updated on June 7, 2014

I wrote this poem for my dad’s tragic passing in 2007. The event happened in 2007 but I described how I felt during my graduation day in 2008. The pain I felt and courage it gave me to endure and strive for best in my life as dad always wanted. I attribute all my success in life to my hero, friend, mentor and dad

You said to come for my big day

I waited in anticipation

Seconds turned into minutes

Minutes turned into hours

Hours turned into days

I waited

Hoping and praying

That Lord will guide you

Safely across the Atlantic ocean to me

Finally my day arrived

I put on my best clothes

I looked my best as every graduand did

But I still no word from him

What’s wrong? I asked mum on the phone

She said everything is ok

What’s wrong I asked Phil, Claudia and Zina?

They said everything is ok

But I knew something wasn’t right

Fear griped my brave heart

I hated to imagine that something terrible happened

I knew it was just a bad dream that’ll end when I woke up

I saw proud dad’s tying their son’s neck ties

I saw proud sons crying tears of joy with their dad

Everywhere I turned I saw a dad and a son

God, where’s my hero? Where’s my dad? I asked

I saw dad’s face in every dad I saw

I expectantly watched every vehicle driving into the university gate

But still no dad

Minutes turned into seconds

My heart sank deeper

Hot tears filled my eyes

Dad when will you arrive? I asked

You said to escort me up to get my paper?

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I hid my face and cried silently

Then my mobile beeped

My hope rose to heaven

But Phil said three words that tore my heart forever

They killed him”

A sharp pain pieced though my heart

I wanted to die

I wanted to shout and cry

I wanted to push my hand into their flesh

And tear out their hearts

I wanted to see blood oozing out of their eyes, nose and ears

I wanted to see them grasp for air

As I squeeze oxygen out of their lungs


But somewhere deep within me

I heard a voice

Distant but familiar

It said these words I know so well

“Son, if you want anything at all in life, you got to do anything at all to get it”

That’s my dad’s voice I heard

So he did come for my day

But he came in wind

I Love You Always Dad

With Love, Whiskey and Tears



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      Ian D Hetri 3 years ago from Papua New Guinea

      Thank you so much Petra. Writing has become my means of releasing the pain, hurt and regret I had for the passing of my dad. It was an experienced that totally changed my life. Thanks for reading and commenting on my hub.


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      Petra Arifeae 3 years ago

      I was all teary as I started reading this poem because of how well you expressed your emotions of excitement and love for your dad and the hurt you experienced and expressed the revenge through words. My dad is my best friend, mentor and dad and I felt the pain of missing your dad as I missed my dad through prostate cancer recently in March this year. All the best Ian as a writer.

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      Ian D Hetri 5 years ago from Papua New Guinea

      Thanks you so much I so much am happy to have you as a brother and friend. Regards from Pacific.

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      CAPEDIUM 5 years ago

      Everything that have said, you deserve to always hear them..

      You have a great talent..

      Lucky and honor to have a brother from another mother like you

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      Ian D Hetri 5 years ago from Papua New Guinea

      I have to personally thank you for the best comments you make on my hubs.

      You comment comes with lots of emotion and I am so glad to know you and will definitely follow you to read your hubs

      Thank you so much my brother from another mother.

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      Capedium 5 years ago from Texas.

      I saw dad’s face in every dad I saw.

      You are astonishing amazing.. Is this words comfortable..

      I saw dad’s face in every dad I saw.

      I love this line, then the second stanza where you where so hurt and angry you wanted to make everyone feel the pain, words can never explain.

      You are a Poet.

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      Ian D Hetri 6 years ago from Papua New Guinea

      Hi good Sir epigramman. What more can I say but to thank your sincerely for a wonderful heartfelt comment. I am totally speechless by the generosity you have shown. I use to believe that big boys dont cry. This is all lies. I found out after my dad passed away that I must cry even if I am too strong. Because I must let and move on and crying helps on that aspect. I believe crying is a therapy itself. So that's it. Big do cry. I do cry at times but it only nourished my soul and affirms my self-belief. I would be so glad if you share my hub on your FB site. This is a added bonus to me as a newbie here. That that is beauty of HP I enjoy a lot compared to other sites. Once again thanks so much Sir.

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      Ian D Hetri 6 years ago from Papua New Guinea

      Hi Melovy. Thanks a lot for the kind remarks. Its a very painful experience but I have grown every year and doing so well but I treasure dad in my heart.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ...well my dear hub friend this is the moving and touching of all stories because you lost a big part of you on that day - I know that feeling because I lost my best friend, my dad, back in 1992 at 74 years old to lung cancer and my other best friend, my mum, to old age problems back in 2004 - but we are men who have our memories still and it's better to have loved than not to have loved at all - lovely heartfelt words here - so pure and I cry for you - as I have cried for me - this will most certainly be posted on my Facebook page with a direct link back here - you are such a wonderful expressive writer and happy new year to you with health, happiness and prosperity in your life for 2012.

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      Yvonne Spence 6 years ago from UK

      You have really captured the sadness and anger that come with grief. But how lovely that you felt his presence with you on your graduation day. I am sorry to see you lost your father at such a young age, and glad you are able to get comfort from his words.

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      Ian D Hetri 6 years ago from Papua New Guinea

      glassvisage.. I really appreciate your kind words. Well said and I'm really moved by your comments. Thanks again.

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      glassvisage 6 years ago from Northern California

      This is so powerful and I am sorry for the passing of your father. It is good to see that you are so determined to follow your father's words and achieve what you want in life.