LOST (for Poetry Jam)

Duck on the Move

There was a father
he loved his children
he worked day and night
to make their future certain
They needed to have wealth
so he believed
that they would not suffer the poverty
of his own childhood.

His children asked for toys and treats
“there’s no money,” he always complained,
“for rainy days, they have been saved.”
There was no time together
no movies, no restaurants
family time was nothing
but silly maudlin wants.

The children asked for his affection
he could not spare a hug
such a display of weakness
was not a father’s job.
Tenderness had no use
but to spoil a child
so he spared the carrots
and doled out the rod.

He would give them education
a roof over their head
a successful (rich) future
they would have what they need
that was enough
so he believed.

There is a father
living in a big house, all alone
Now he has the means
and he has the time
to satisfy the desires of his children.
the sons and daughters are now all gone
raising children of their own
making sure the latter have the life
they have never known.

Father and children
what bonds hold them
apart from duty and blood?
Could they look back in time
then find love?





32 thoughts on “LOST (for Poetry Jam)

    1. I listened to the song and I can see how this and that one can be connected. It is sad – the lost years are hard to restore and make up for. And thanks for the song, too. 🙂

  1. Sad but beautiful. What Sylvia said above but I’m only familiar with Harry Chapin’s version of “The Cat’s in the Cradle.” Either way, that’s what your poem brought to mind.

    1. I listened to that song many times. Thank you so much for mentioning it to me. I do not know if I heard it anytime previously. All I know is that I only really listened to it after you and Sylvia and then Brian told me about it.

    1. True. I don’t know, there are those parents who think that to love is to give them a better chance at life, materially, that is. But affection and kind words from a parent mean so much to a child.

  2. How you weave emotion into your beautiful rhymes!! I feel for everyone in the story Imelda. I would like to think there is still some dregs of love to be found.

    1. Thanks, Madhu.

      Yeah, there are dregs, there is some real love, but one has to get through layers of resentments for that to be found.

  3. It is always sad when a parent does not take the time to hug their child, or even spend time with them. After all, is is what most young children want.

  4. Oh, this is so very sad. Love really is more important than all the material things in the world. It seems the father learned this lesson way too late, and now he suffers a lonely fate.

    1. Sure, just place the correct attribution and introduction clearly, e.g., put my name as author under the poem.

      On Sat, Jun 28, 2014 at 12:53 PM, MY WALL wrote:


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