Please check out CBC Canada Writes Bloodlines - they published my story today. It is short, we had a 500 word limit which is VERY tough for me! Anyway, Enjoy!
http://www.cbc.ca/books/canadawrites/2013/11/bloodlines-upload-story.html#mid=13778793&offset=3&page=&s=upload DESC
Where does the poetry come from?
My poetry comes through quickly, briefly edited and flows freely. It has been described as RAW, HONEST, SINCERE. It comes through so fast that if I don't sit and write it immediately, it is gone. Is it a gift? Is it worth sharing? I don't know, but I do know that it is now a part of me and I will put it out there.Sincerely,Sarah Sherman (C)
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
A not so Happy Birthday... A poem for my Dad
This doesn't even come close to what I want to say about my Dad. The way that I want to remember him, his strength and courage. The last few years are not a reflection of who he was or what he could do.
My Dad stood out in a crowd, he left an amazing legacy that I am so proud of him for and I can't even brag about, just one of those quiet things he did to help others. He wasn't perfect and isn't now, I never wanted him to be. I just wish he could understand how much I love him, how much his grand daughters care for him and adored him.
I think he took just about every grand baby for their very first Dairy Queen ice cream cone. It was a milestone for them and you couldn't even get mad at him for doing it when they were so young because he was just so proud of how cute they were trying to eat that little cone.
My Dad tried to get me to believe I was beautiful and smart, I never really did believe it but he sure did think so... I love you Dad... I wish you could do what other retired people do ... travel in a motor home and visit family but that wasn't in the cards for you... I just hope some of these words help convey how I feel for you. I have agonized over this poem and like I said, it doesn't even come close to how I feel about you. I can only say this THANK YOU for being the best Dad you could be!
An Ode To My Dad
Once I was a little girl
You were the only man
In my whole world
I had to
look way, way up
To see your
face
You were my
Dad
You filled
all of my space
Like an oak
it seemed
You would
stand forever
I was your
princess
You kept me
safe
You gave me
all I could
Ever want or
possibly need
You bought
me a pony
And my first
motorbike
You took me
camping, fishing
And so many
things I like
You were my
Dad,
The only man
in my life
One day you
gave me
A heart
shaped locket
It was so
beautiful , gold
Personal and
made me know
I was important to you
You said you
wanted me to feel
Special, surrounded
by boys
You were my
Dad,
The only man in my life
The only man in my life
I grew
taller,
But you were
always big in my eyes
A gentle
giant,
With a smile
and laugh
That when it
broke across your face
Made me feel
warm
And loved in
your embrace
You used to
sing
And play the
guitar
Now when I
hear the songs
I don’t feel
you’re very far
You were my
Dad,
The only man
in my life.
I grew older
I thought I
knew so much
You didn’t
seem to age
I never
thought you would
Grow old, get
weak
You gave me
away
Twice, as I
married
You blessed
my babies
You were
always there for me
You were my
Dad
You were the
one,
I could
always depend on
We have both
grown older
Life has
moved on
Now I have grown children
Now I have grown children
Of my own, They
look up to you
And love you
dear
We are so
far, wish we were near
I have a man in my life
That I cherish,
But you are still my Dad
That I cherish,
But you are still my Dad
You were
like a tree
So big and
strong
Sturdy and
always there
You could do
anything
Like a tree,
your branches
Have grown
weak
The sap is
thinning
But you are
still my Dad
So important
in my life
I wish I
could make
Your golden
years happier
Less difficult,
healthier
If I could
care for you
As you cared
for me
I could repay the love
I know this isn't
How you wanted it to be
I could repay the love
I know this isn't
How you wanted it to be
I know you
feel lost
Alone, in
despair
You are
still an important man
In my world,
your daughters
Your sons, your
grandchildren
Your wife,
you are part of our life
We all love
you deeply
Your leaves
are drifting
From the
tree, but memories
Will hold
our love, the
Time we
spent at your knee
Love always,
Your daughter, Toot
Sarah Sherman (C)
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