During my father's long and terminal illness my sister, Doris, and
I wrote several poems about Dad. This was our way of working through our
grieving regarding Dad's suffering and impending death. Those were very
difficult, heart-rending times and it seemed that our being there and helping
with Dad's care was just not enough to dispel our grief. So when we were not
there, we wrote. My sister, who happens to be my best friend as well,
is a gifted writer, and I respect and admire her work very much. With her
permission I have included many of her poems in my book, Poems From The Heart.
I
have her permission as well to include a couple of her poems here that have
meant a great deal to me and which expressed and affirmed my feelings
regarding the loss of our dad.
Daddy, oh Daddy, wake up and see me!
I'm fifty-four but I feel like a
child!
I'm standing here by your bedside and pleading,
Holding my arms up
- take me a while!
Daddy, oh Daddy, my heart is bleeding,
I know it will rupture without your
smile!
Oh, how I need your hand on my head now,
Need to crawl up on your
lap for a while.
Daddy, oh Daddy, please call me "sister."
Sit in your chair and watch the
ball game;
Pray at the head of our old supper table;
Whistle a tune, play
the fiddle again.
Daddy, oh Daddy, call the boys "brother."
Take them out fishing and
hunting once more.
Let us all see your arms around Mother.
Tell her you
love her and kiss like before.
Daddy, oh Daddy, read the newspaper;
Watch all the news at night on
TV;
Give definitions of words that I ask you;
Sit up all night and read,
if you please.
Daddy, oh Daddy, I caught you praying,
Down on your knees when I came from
a date.
I'll never know just what you were saying,
Your heart was heavy
and burden was great.
Daddy, oh Daddy, your heart is tender,
But you acted tough when you needed
to be.
You had to be tough enough not to surrender,
For you had no one to
sit on their knee.
Daddy, oh Daddy, I took it for granted
That you would always stand strong
in between
Me and that great far reaching forever -
Living without you
will seem like a dream.
Daddy, oh Daddy, how can this be now?
How has time and life left us like
this?
Where did the years go, where are the minutes?
Can't we bring back
all our moments of bliss?
Daddy, oh Daddy, how time is fleeing!
Your time with us is only a
while.
I'm all grown up now in body and spirit
But, in my heart I am your
little child.
Daddy, oh Daddy, forgive childish prattle,
I know I'm not acting grown up
as I should.
Would you reach out and touch me so gently,
Tell me again
that I have to be good?
Daddy, oh Daddy, oh be patient with me.
This is so hard, so hard on my
heart.
I know that life doesn't go on forever.
Life surely will end, as
surely it starts.
Daddy, oh Daddy, I cannot hold you here on
This earth where you're tired,
sick and worn.
I can, and I must get myself together
And fulfill this
place unto which I was born.
Daddy, oh Daddy, we'll look after Mother.
We'll see to her house, her
health and her car.
We'll do just as much as Mother will let us.
You'll
keep a check on us up there afar.
Daddy, oh Daddy, just give us your blessings.
Now as you leave us we need
them much more.
We will give you our blessings to leave us,
Knowing we'll
see you again on That Shore.
Daddy, oh Daddy, when you see The Father
Tell Him you've left all your
family behind.
But tell Him we're waiting His call to come
Join you. He
loves big families, He won't mind.
Daddy, oh Daddy, what joy waits in Heaven!
No eye hath seen and no tongue
can tell!
Mercy and grace and faith in The Master!
Forever in Heaven -
forever we'll dwell!
Father, oh Father, will you please help me
Let go of Daddy as I must
do,
So You can have him and love him and hold him,
You're his reward, his
prize, and his due.
Dear Mother, sister, and all the brothers,
Between us we'll carry on just
as we must
Until the time comes to join Dad in Heaven
Where there'll be
Sonshine and nevermore dusk.
by Doris S. Jamison
Copyright © 1995
All rights reserved
From my book, "Poems From The Heart".
My friend, you walk with me through life,
In joy and laughter, tears and
strife,
With willing heart and helping hands
You hear my cry and by me
stand,
While God works in me His will
And calms my soul with "Peace, be
still."
For all the joy that you have brought,
For all the times with you I've
talked,
For all the miles that we have walked,
For all the caring time has
wrought,
God, grant that I may always be
The kind of friend you are to me.
Copyright © 1996
by Doris S. Jamison
All rights reserved
From my book, "Poems From The Heart".