Dear son–a man now
I must learn to let you go
~~ You have seen so much
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Tag Archives: child
Gone (Triple Tetractys)
Gone
My Youth
My Freedom
The adventure
Giving way to a cautious existence
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The price we pay for our maturation
If we let it
Restricting
Joyless
Dead
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Fight
Rise up
Remember
Your days gone by
While breathing it is not too late to live
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Strained Parental Love (Tanka)
Strained parental love
Clashing personalities
Mother and daughter
One lashing out in anger
Are they just too much alike
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~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Little Thought Do We Give (Acrostic)
Little thought do we give at time of conception,
Isolated in our cocoon of lust and love.
Feeling as one, our sensual obsession,
Embraced in our skins like hand in a glove.
Another’s life we send on its wondrous journey,
No consideration given to responsibility taken.
Despite their affect on our futures, so blurry,
Doned in false wisdom we vow to ne’er be shaken.
Even in this arrogance the question must arise,
After time to ponder has settled our voice.
The seriousness of our action lay right before our eyes,
Having created something of beauty with or without choice.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is Being “Father” Enough
Is being “Father” enough?
Looking into the face of the son, I’m not sure who I see;
Some of me, some of his mother,
But these are just physical traits.
He has lived a life far different from my own,
Seen and done things that I have never seen or done
Lived the horrors of war,
Witnessed the worst of mankind,
Traveled through the world with a bullseye on his back.
How could this not demand change,
A change that I will never understand?
Me…I’ve sat in my easy chair;
Warm, dry, safe,
Worrying for his safety,
Praying for him to come home.
I read the ticker at the bottom of the screen
Announcing without emotion those that would not return;
Thankful for the call that never came.
Is being “Father” enough?
I cannot alter what was,
Cannot erase what he has seen,
Cannot live his life.
We seem to have less in common these days,
Though I am certain that this is more my problem than his.
Is being “Father” enough?
I suppose that it will have to be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Youth Breeds Fearlessness (Tanka)
Youth breeds fearlessness
Something traded for wisdom
Or lost to aging
Only by progenies birth
Is their error realized
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Our Real Legacy (Tanka)
Our real legacy
Is not shown by our net worth
But in our children
In their hearts and minds we live
Through memories and actions
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do Not Cower in Darkness (Cyclical Rubaiyet)
Do not cower in darkness, in this imaginary fear
The black is nothing but starkness, in one’s own mind my dear
A thing of fairytales and nursery rhymes and legends of all kinds
Impotent in daylights harshness, our worries disappear
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Oh…the tricks and fears we dream with our active mind
No matter how many tears we cry there are always more to find
Dry your eyes my little one, for none of this is real
As daylight wanes, evening nears, dreams and nightmares intertwined
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Time will tell that all is well, for I know quite how you feel,
Bedtime comes to room you dwell, to God you pray and kneel
With deepest hope your wishes and dreams most in earnest hear
Before you know as parent this same to your own children heal
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHORS NOT: This poem was inspired and modeled after the Persian Rubaiyet form introduced to me by Jen over at Blog It or Lose It, please check out her blog, I think you will enjoy it.
A Beautiful Smile
A beautiful smile, a tender face like your mothers,
A generous heart, we should not compare to the others.
You are not them, you are you, wonderous you,
Be proud of that, forever and ever remain true.
Though mistakes will be made my youngest one…
Know in your soul that you are the light of my day, my morning sun.
Judged more harshly than your sister or brother,
This was not my intention, I would never hope for another.
You are perfectly perfect just the way you are,
Bright as the celestial comet or a shooting star.
In your own way, you bring joy to me with every passing day,
Your laugh, sense of humor, funny faces, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Each of you was born into this world with a gift,
Though oftentimes elusive when ensconced in siblings rift.
This is how it always is and how it has always been,
Its just how humans are, it has never been a sin.
Some are born with smart of book, others with common sense,
Some are gilded with a gift of the arts, while some remain on the fence.
This my sweet–is not a defect or a flaw instilled at birth,
Nor a judgement of your character, or a measure of your worth.
For you are worth the world to me, in all you are with your spirit free,
As I watch you mature and grow to become who you will be.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Out of Fear
Worshiped out of fear,
Afraid of divine retribution.
One which allowed murderers,
One which allowed adulterers,
With an apology,
To be King.
You toyed with creation,
Becoming angry as a child
Throwing tantrums
When deprived of your will.
Does death and destruction,
To all but the chosen
Sound reasonable and sane?
With Lucifer as a playmate perhaps.
“Here take my servant,
Do what you will with him,
But do not touch.”
Inflicted with relentless torment,
Sores, anxiety, persecution,
Fear of death,
The game is permitted to continue,
All with your blessing,
To see if he can be broken.
Is this how mercy is shown,
Torturing those that love you?
Finding sport in war and death
Both are waged eternally,
Some with your blessing
Some without,
Either way, surely with a smile.
Sending those in your image to their end
As pawns for your amusement,
This seems to be your sadistic way.
As a final act of brutality,
You offered your son up to despots,
Torturing and degrading him until death,
All to uphold your way of life
And save the monsters which you created.
Would a kind and merciful parent do this to his child,
Instilling them with fear,
Instead of promoting goodness and love?
This question must be answered!
Faith alone does not absolve you of responsibility
For the adulterated state of our being.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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