My father to me- 2002

Melissa, I haven’t written a poem in 12 yrs, and though this isn’t very good and needs revision and editing I still want you to have it.

Thank you. I love you. Dad

I held you with empty arms
And a broken heart for a dozen years
I shouted into empty faces
And the echo’s of truth range inside hails of justice
Like the bells of Notre Dame
But the hunchback of justice didn’t hear
Actors of innocence and ignorance
They collected their paychecks and went home to their families
Scores of words written in tears and blood
Went before many eyes and were read
As if written with invisible ink

I held you with empty arms
And a broken heart for a dozen years
I loved and cared for you in my mind and thoughts
While another used you uncaringly
I tried to find you, so I could hold you again
While those who held you tried to lose you
I lived with a crippled mind
Unable to find peace or myself
While a crippled mind tried to find peace
Creating misery

I held you with empty arms
And a broken heart for a dozen years
Not knowing you did the same
But somehow across space and time, love endured
I was beginning to accept you were lost forever
And my life would end without seeing you
Or holding you or your thoughts close to me
Acceptance was not a friend or peace of mind or a compromise
But an alternative to suicide
A chance to live, a chance to accept other love
But my love was feeble, sometimes contrived
And like a mocking bird I mimicked and returned
The love I received, I tried to be sincere

I held you with empty arms
And a broken heart for a dozen years
And knew I wouldn’t ever recover from pain and loss
Though I thought I would live the best I could
I’d die incomplete, half dead already
You, my daughter, my super hero
Have shown more strength, endurance, patience, love
Than anyone I’ve ever know alive or dead
Like and angel you reached out across my darkness
And found me with my empty arms and broken heart

*I found this poem and don’t remember reading it before, I need to think for a moment.

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