Just one Last Hug Before I go
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Just one Last Hug Before I go
"Just one Last Hug Before I go"
Dad was always
there for me
Patient, strong, and kind
His advice
was tempered, to the point
few words to mix or grind
I still see him like its yesterday
while I prepped myself for school
"Just one last hug before I go"
was his unbroken rule.
I'd watch his shape
arrange his coat
move briskly through the doors
A sparkling wink
and he'd be gone
commencing daily chores
Evenings, we'd have time to talk
before he finally said
"Just one last hug before I go"
It's time we're both in bed
Dad was never pushy,
yet he taught me
right from wrong
A stalwart soul
who wished his son
to grow up proud and strong.
He helped me learn the facts of life
How people plot and scheme
"Just one last hug before I go"
Wasn't always what it seemed
He told me that my future
would depend
on choices made
"Be careful
when the devils due,
he's always promptly paid"
College closed my tme at home
It took me far away
"Just one last hug before I go"
was all my Dad could say.
He stood with me a moment
as a tear traced down
his face
Walked to the car
and left the curb
in some unseemly haste
I'll have that picture etched in me
Alone, and forced to stand
"Just one last hug before I go"
revealing natures plan.
And as I took
those first few steps
into my adulthood
I imagined
what my Dad had felt
near parting , where we stood
I think he may have had regrets
that time had gone so fast
"Just one last hug before I go"
to make our memories last.
At 19
I was married
Mistaking need for love
At 22
My first son was born
a blessing form above
I saw him thru my fathers eyes
As once he had seen me
"Just one last hug before I go"
became Dad's legacy.
Then one Spring day
my mother called
distraught over the phone
She said that Dad
was very sick
She thought I should fly home
My Mom sat right beside him
As I entered in the room
near unconscious lay my father
in the twilights sullen gloom
I kissed my Mom
then went to him
hands tightly held in mine
I told him not to worry
everthing would be
just fine.
By some chance he looked at me
his breath a labored sigh
"Just one last hug before I go"
"It's time for me to die"
"I'm proud to have you
for my son,
I wish that I could see"
"Your children raised
and you content,
as you have made me be"
Dad said, "Don't be troubled,
I'm at peace, you need'nt cry"
"Just one last hug before I go"
"It's time for me to die"
Dad was always
there for me
Patient, strong, and kind
His advice
was tempered, to the point,
few words to mix or grind.
His abscence leaves a hole inside
thats difficult to fill, but...
"Just one last hug before I go"
has kept him near me still
Dad was always
there for me
Patient, strong, and kind
His advice
was tempered, to the point
few words to mix or grind
I still see him like its yesterday
while I prepped myself for school
"Just one last hug before I go"
was his unbroken rule.
I'd watch his shape
arrange his coat
move briskly through the doors
A sparkling wink
and he'd be gone
commencing daily chores
Evenings, we'd have time to talk
before he finally said
"Just one last hug before I go"
It's time we're both in bed
Dad was never pushy,
yet he taught me
right from wrong
A stalwart soul
who wished his son
to grow up proud and strong.
He helped me learn the facts of life
How people plot and scheme
"Just one last hug before I go"
Wasn't always what it seemed
He told me that my future
would depend
on choices made
"Be careful
when the devils due,
he's always promptly paid"
College closed my tme at home
It took me far away
"Just one last hug before I go"
was all my Dad could say.
He stood with me a moment
as a tear traced down
his face
Walked to the car
and left the curb
in some unseemly haste
I'll have that picture etched in me
Alone, and forced to stand
"Just one last hug before I go"
revealing natures plan.
And as I took
those first few steps
into my adulthood
I imagined
what my Dad had felt
near parting , where we stood
I think he may have had regrets
that time had gone so fast
"Just one last hug before I go"
to make our memories last.
At 19
I was married
Mistaking need for love
At 22
My first son was born
a blessing form above
I saw him thru my fathers eyes
As once he had seen me
"Just one last hug before I go"
became Dad's legacy.
Then one Spring day
my mother called
distraught over the phone
She said that Dad
was very sick
She thought I should fly home
My Mom sat right beside him
As I entered in the room
near unconscious lay my father
in the twilights sullen gloom
I kissed my Mom
then went to him
hands tightly held in mine
I told him not to worry
everthing would be
just fine.
By some chance he looked at me
his breath a labored sigh
"Just one last hug before I go"
"It's time for me to die"
"I'm proud to have you
for my son,
I wish that I could see"
"Your children raised
and you content,
as you have made me be"
Dad said, "Don't be troubled,
I'm at peace, you need'nt cry"
"Just one last hug before I go"
"It's time for me to die"
Dad was always
there for me
Patient, strong, and kind
His advice
was tempered, to the point,
few words to mix or grind.
His abscence leaves a hole inside
thats difficult to fill, but...
"Just one last hug before I go"
has kept him near me still
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
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March 2011
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March 2011
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Wow..... U damn near had me crying there......That was such an emotional piece , and so beautifully crafted as well......
A really intelligent articulate piece.....
Thanks for posting it.....:)
A really intelligent articulate piece.....
Thanks for posting it.....:)
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This is a beautiful tribute Gerry, made me cry and smile at the same time. My Dad has been gone 22 years this April and I often in times of hardship still find myself saying out loud "OK Dad, so what do I do now ?"
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Bags, I am so happy for you! That you would have had such a wonderful man as a father...your tribute to him is very moving...leads me to wonder what it would have been like..........
Thank you for sharing this with us. I know how hard it must have been to put these words down...love can be overwhelming sometimes..
God Bless his soul and yours.
Tom
Thank you for sharing this with us. I know how hard it must have been to put these words down...love can be overwhelming sometimes..
God Bless his soul and yours.
Tom
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Thank you Tom,... he was wonderful guy. Haven't met anyone yet in my small home town who didn't have something good to say about him. I only hope my own legacy can be half as well thought off as his.
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
Poet of the Month
March 2011
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
Poet of the Month
March 2011
bags123
You had me crying when I finally reached the end..this is one of the nicest poems I've read.. the flow.. the mannerism..the truth.. the story..
this poem is amazing..I pictured it all.
I pray you keep writing because I enjoy your work.
Godspoetess D
this poem is amazing..I pictured it all.
I pray you keep writing because I enjoy your work.
Godspoetess D
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Hello bags.. by the way if that is you in your avatar..I think you are a handsome fella and its nice to place your face with your beautiful poetry you share all through the pages.
I couldn't help but read this poem again.. it is such a heart warming poem..so well done.. it speaks for itself..
GP Debbie..I pray your day is filled with peace and contentment.
I couldn't help but read this poem again.. it is such a heart warming poem..so well done.. it speaks for itself..
GP Debbie..I pray your day is filled with peace and contentment.
Reach Out And Love Someone
Slow Down And Look around
You Will Find Someone Who Needs You.....
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And you are welcome two times dear heart..
Ah flattery it is like a breathe of fresh air isn't it...
Have an awesome evening Bags.
GP Debbie
Again..your poem touches my soul.. I can't help it..I keep thinking about it..it struck a heart string..I think it should be nominated...or published..
Ah flattery it is like a breathe of fresh air isn't it...
Have an awesome evening Bags.
GP Debbie
Again..your poem touches my soul.. I can't help it..I keep thinking about it..it struck a heart string..I think it should be nominated...or published..
Reach Out And Love Someone
Slow Down And Look around
You Will Find Someone Who Needs You.....
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