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Dad Transcended
March 21, 2008
At 8:13 pm,
I got the call
However,
In my heart I knew it all.
Dad had past away.
My dear Brother
He was near.
Therefore, I knew
There was no fear.
For the man who did it all.
Ninety-five years
Of standing tall.
A United States Marine
Who fought
In World War II.
Came home
With post-traumatic stress.
Nevertheless,
In those good old days
No one knew.
You fought it off
With all its pain
No tears
Of his would fall like rain.
Not in those good old days.
You shook it off
Moreover, went to work.
Some used the bottle to medicate
However, no one knew.
Except your Mom
Who saw him through.
Of course,
She took it out on you.
What could she do?
For they both went through it all.
Tears and sweat that you never saw.
As they put the lost years back together.
They both worked hard and he stood tall.
Loyal to his Queen
A suffering Marine.
Lost in the jungle
Deep in the fight.
Sweating and screaming
All through the night.
Don’t wake the child !
She would whisper
Holding him tight.
Just trying to get him
through another night.
Yes,
The one child
That had been their hope.
He cried a lot he was a terror.
Not understanding
This new man
In his house.
The man who
Was his father
returned home from war.
This was the good old days.
Grandpa
Who had been there
All his forming years.
Was now gone.
Some place.
Where?
He did not know.
That was the good old days.
The new man
Now in the child’s life,
Nothing
Is the same.
Mother is busy.
No time for me,
She has to work
He is busy too.
All of this is new.
That was the good old days.
Pa,
My playmate
Has left me
They say he has
Gone away.
That was the good old days.
Oh, no not for me
Pa has not gone
I find Pa in the cellar
Throughout the whole house
All night.
Grandpa is my playmate
However, he has given
Everyone a fright.
That was the good old days.
Ma and Dad
Both confess
They love me so.
Nevertheless, I have to go
For about a year
A traumatic event
Some would say.
No Mom no Dad
Was near.
As I grew
With all my fears
I became a problem.
A terror to be reckoned with.
Rebellious all the way.
Mom and Dad
They bailed me out
Of everything…
Who new
What they went through.
Least of all not me.
Back in those good old days.
One day
my troubled
Lonely life was filled
With a baby brother.
That was the good
In those old days.
He was so much
Fun
Better than
A puppy
Easer to clean.
He never got mean.
Though he did split my
Head open with his toy pistol.
He grew into a playmate
However far younger and more
Responsible than me.
That was the good old days.
I could not seem to
Stay out of trouble
It seemed to follow
Me.
Ma was always angry
At all that I would do.
So frustrated
With me
I know now
She did not know
What to do.
In those good old days
The man
He always stood tall
No matter what our situation.
He never hurt me in any way.
Mom did the job
It was her way.
He stood by his Queen
For he was and honest
Marine.
Simper Paratus
Is the family motto.
Simper Fedilus
Was his way.
Even with me
When I was put away.
Back in the good old days.
I am continually asked in
These later years
In all the things I do.
What was your problem?
Through out this life?
Now looking back
Over all the lost years
It is so simple to see.
It was
World War II
When they
Took my father
From me.
He never
Was there in my
Forming years.
God bless him
How could he be?
He was
Burring bodies
On Japan
Attacking
The enemy on
Guadalcanal
Trying to
Get back to
Mother and me.
That was the good old days
By the time he
Returned and adjusted
To life back in society
It was too late
For I had learned
To hate.
He stood tall
Through it all
Even my not understanding.
It was
Just the way
It was
Back in the Good old Days.
In time
I grew to understand
All that he went through.
He had his life,
His wife and family too.
All this he had left behind
As did so many others
Of his day.
They went out
To fight a war
On a foreign land.
Never knowing
Who would be the ones?
That may return one day.
That was the good old days.
To give his life and love for another
Was my fathers’ way.
Simper Fidelis
Through it, all my Dad stood tall.
Now I write about our life.
Thinking of the good old days.
Some would ask
Was your journey worth it?
What have you taken away?
From this man I learned
No, matter what I have done
No, matter what I do.
Be true to yourself
Never give up
Moreover, see the Journey
Through
My father stood tall
Through all of life’s struggles and strains
My dad is the one person in life
Whom I never heard complain.
He took on every battle
With strength I have
Never seen in others.
His faith and Love
Goes beyond
What I can
Imagine.
There is no other man in life
That I have ever met or
Read about that I would
Rather have been like than
My own Dad.
I just never got there.
There is only one
Other
In all of History
That passes my
Father’s example
I know that they are together
Watching over what is left of my life.
Dad and Jesus
I am sure are
Having a fright wondering
What is coming out of my mouth?
This night.
See you soon guys…
Love you Dad...
