Posted by cockeyed on June 3, 2005, at 23:57:59
In reply to Re: and there were three parts to the wall » cockeyed, posted by alexandra_k on May 20, 2005, at 4:51:37
> Daddy's flown across the desert
> Leaving just a memory
> Snapshot in the family album
> hey daddy
> what ya leave behind for me?
>
> Hmm.hi, alexandra, just read your poem...an arrow straight to the heart. 13 years ago I'd stopped drinking and drugging and I was...happy? I saw the last picture of my father taken before he died at 50. he was a wizened, poor little old man. I was off my pink cloud til prozac came to the rescue. I'm 63 and the cardiologist plumbers have unplugged my pipes so many times that I've come to love my med insurance companies. So what the hell did the old man leave me? Me. Not much, but me, and I'm still here. I guess that's supposed to mean something.
You nailed it. That snapshot told me what my old man spent so that I'd have a better life than he had. And I have. I can tell my grandsons of his wisdom, of how he knew the score...a cliche,perhaps, I learned not to be cruel and pick on kids because they are there, whining, underfoot. But He was, despite his cruelty, a man who was good despite all the miserable crap he suffered.he was true. Thanks, I'm not so cockeyed afterall.
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