Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

When I walk through the stores and see the cards
my heart bends
a little
my smile fades
tears fight to free themselves
but I keep them captive

Pancake breakfasts
and prime tickets to sports events
bad neck ties
awful gadgets that have no use
hokey hats
bought in the millions
to honor them all.
Fathers.

No gift shop
for where you are
where I think you are
just words from my heart
to yours
just memories
fond memories
flashes of moments freeze-framed
and eternal

copyright 2009

Tags: father's day, Love, my heart, original poetry

Dear Dad,
Still here, missing you.
How are things
going up there?
I wonder sometimes,
what it’s like where you are.

Do they have boats
in the harbour that you
can watch and dream upon?
A nice, warm place
for you to nap in?
Baseball? Camel cigarettes
and black coffee?
Bowling and Budweiser?

Perhaps a camera shop -
what do you think
of those new-fangled
digital numbers?
And Photoshop?
Are you playing Johnny Cash
on your iPod?

I’m still here, missing you
growing tomatoes,
reveling in summer days
looking forward to the
4th of July
watching the moon and
asking it to send you
my love.

copyright 2008

Tags: dad, father's day, Poetry