Sunday, February 05, 2006

A Card from Dad

A Card from Dad

The other day
while searching
for something unrelated,
I stopped to look at pictures
made so long ago,
and there I found,
a postcard from Dad.

Among long forgotten images
of Mum and Dad,
and me
when I was small,
eight as I recall,
was
a sepia picture postcard
from Dad.
On the front,
a picture of
the First and Last House
on that glorious British Isle.

On the back,
the writing faded,
was the message.
Dear Vi, it read,
I’m sending this inside Mum’s letter
because I do not want it spoiled.
Keep it for a souvenir of me,
Love, Dad.

Seeing,
holding,
and reading its message now
after so many years have passed,
means more to me, I think,
than it did
when I was eight.

My Dad … he was my pal,
and though he never said
he loved me,
never hugged me,
I knew I was his buddy,
but was I not his daughter, too?

Those simple words
across the years
tell me that,
despite his silence,
he loved this child,
but couldn’t voice the words
that would have meant so much.

Two years later
and far too young,
he was taken,
ravaged by
the cancer that took his mind
and made him crazy.

Now that I am old,
his words are strong
and clear.
I am his daughter,
always was—
Love from Dad

Vi Jones
©February 5, 2006

4 Comments:

At 12:33 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

This is so moving Vi. The Isle of Ancestors is just the place to draw out these pieces. Treasure the card and hold on to your memories firmly.

 
At 12:33 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Yes, and nothing can ever change that, ever.

 
At 5:19 PM, Blogger Lois said...

I am with you in your poem "Dad" I had such a Dad...not good on words of love,but there when I needed him to help my lay the concrete paths,put up the blinds,make the work bench for the shed and keep me supplied in jams,pickles,chutneys etc also keep me well informed in political matters(although biased)....But then much of what they said has soaked in....
They did us no harm ,they where a product of their times
(as is said by many) for the want of a better phrase..
They... loved us with actions not words as was the way of hard working men of the 1900's.

Love Lois (Muse of the Sea)

 
At 8:59 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

This is beautiful Vi, touching the heart of all daughters who have lost their fathers.

 

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