Do you see them he says to me
No Dad, I can’t see them how can that be?
You have to look closer then you will see
The flickering fire bugs jumping from the tree
The fire was our favorite place to sit
We would stare and gaze during those relaxing days
A complicated maze of memories
If I could capture those fire bugs
Put them into a glass jar
They could light the way so I could see far ahead
To walk through the maze
The haze of what was
To those lingering days
By the fire
I would stay and talk until you made me retire
Knowing time would expire
At any moment
I never can tell the story quite like you
But I try, allowing the memory of you
To flow through me
Dad would say:
Do you see them he said to me
No Dad I would say, how can that be?
He said you have to look closer then you can see
The flickering fire bugs jumping from the burning tree
My Dad died suddenly four years ago from a brain aneurysm, on Fathers Day. I have 2 ‘half’ siblings that were living with my Dad when he died. When he died the Mr. and I took custody of them. Matt and Mandy were 12 and 14 at the time. They are now 16 and almost 18! This poem is about how important it is to me to get this story right.
I am sorry for your loss. Keep writing the stories that will keep his memory alive!
I will. Thank you.
I appreciate you taking the time to comment.
How beautifully poignant, you are truly gifted Jennifer, may best wishes to you all!
Thank you so much I appreciate your kind words. I’m happy to know that you appreciated reading it. This poem means a lot to me.
“…see far ahead
Jenn, I enjoyed this soo much. certain line breaks, like the one above, are almost breathtaking.
I too am sorry. The photo below the poem is “mood-telling” in you know what I mean, and very revealing of the struggle. Honored to read this.
It’s a nice poem. Matt is having his high school prom tonight.
Exciting for him, hopefully for all of you.
These things happen right? I embrace it. Some people leave behind big shoes to fill!
Jennifer, you enable your readers to look closer. There is strength there that we can see.
Thank you for the encouraging words. I try to be as open as I can!
We all have so much more strength than we realize!
Very impressive experiential poem!
Thank you very much. I appreciate it.
Given the content your comment means a lot to me.
Thank you for taking the time to share it.
Thank you for sharing. Thank you for making your memory of him a part of mine 🙂
Such a beautiful comment. It really touched me. Well said.
😀 And I really mean it.
When he was younger, my son and I used to catch glowing bugs in our hands at night
– such simple things, taken for granted, now missed.
As the oldest of four, this piece hits home, but more so, in yesterday.
When lost, as children, I led siblings back ‘to start’ in a follow the leader child chain.
But as adults, even living within reasonable visitation distance, we couldn’t be more disconnected.
Hearing voices, paranoia, raving loudly to myself alone, being unbalanced, coping badly – that’s not something to share with them now, but maybe, hopefully, the others are closer.
There was evidence suggesting that.
They probably are.
Regardless of means, there’s points here, for plucking alive, long coldly static, heart strings.
That’s not easy to come by, when dealing with a reader, this jaded, this cynical.
There’s a tinge, almost like admiration accompanying those ‘plus marks’, for picking them up, for ‘family care’, but that requires trust, and that’s not to be handed out casually in virtual realms, or even elsewhere.
I DO forget the points right, far too easily, for such warm motions, like welfare.
But for now…thank you much
for sentiment and tug,
with the writings thereof.
(I’ll apologize in advance, at the risk of doing so somewhat insincerely, for not knowing which social infractions were enacted, aside from length, advance apology, general lack of tact, and bad rhyme.)
heartfelt, Jennifer, really cool poem, a beautiful tribute 🙂
Thank you. I appreciate that!
Sorry for your loss. I have to say that this poem captures your nostalgia and cherished memories perfectly.
All the best