Parents and children
A bond that can’t be broken
No matter the age
Nothing could be more special
Under the eyes of heaven
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Obligation (Acrostic)
One thing leads to another
Blinding our own needs.
Lingering wants and desires go unfulfilled.
Instead we tend to the needs of others,
Giving unselfishly of ourselves;
Agony and ecstasy its progeny.
These are our burdens,
Ignoring them is impossible.
Our sacred duty demands…
Never to shirk your responsibilities.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Living Amongst Stars (Haiku)
Living amongst stars
Pulled by the sun and the moon
Child of Heaven
~~ 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 ~~
Cries Of Children – A Haiku
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The cries of children
Parents look on through their tears
Hunger still exists
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dust And Cobwebs
Dust and cobwebs
Years passed
Forgotten to time
Unassuming vessel
Buried
Garments out of style
Mementos and trinkets
Sharing the tomb
Still life memories
Black, white,
Faded color
Youthful exuberance
Ancestors
Relegated to history
Resurrected
Celluloid
Smiles and hugs
Lasting impressions
Sense of pride
Who we are
Who we were
Who we will be
Simple attic
Dirty and dark
Meaningless to others
Family heirlooms
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Though Earthbound
Though earthbound, I am lost amongst the sky blue,
Intricately woven into this tapestry that is nature.
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Miniscule in comparison to the whole I am no less vital.
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Without being, this picturesque world would be unrecognizable.
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What I see as familiar would cease to exist without that
blade of grass, that oak tree, the bird singing in the eaves,
the lake where I skipped stones, the house that I grew up in,
my kindergarten teacher, the teachers that tolerated me,
the bus driver, the postman delivering the mail,
the plowman keeping our streets clear in winter.
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Without any of these what would this life look like;
Much different I propose.
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Without you or I what path would our parents lives have taken;
Surely a far cry from the one our history tells.
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Lest we question our significance in this place and time
we should not!
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We are each a thread in this fabric,
Significant and wonderful and cardinal by our simple existence.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A Parents Fear – A Haiku
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You’re on your own now
Parents put on the sidelines
Did we raise you right
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Precious Children – A Haiku
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A child, sacred
Conceived out of love or lust
Shouldn’t suffer pain
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
The Road Home
Stove burners blue flame
Dangerous heat
Warming frigid trembling hands
Radiator cold
Rent control all he can afford
Children absent and estranged
He’s invisible in this world
Old friends to the old man gone
Passed before his time
Rotary telephone shows its age
Symbiotically keeping pace
Silent and out-of-date
Thoughts of youth flutter
Flashbacks in his fragmenting mind
Remembrances of companions
Lost loves
And a wife
Still 20 to him,
After a lonely decade adrift
Living because he won’t die
He longs to sleep forever
But it is not God’s will
Not his time
Shuffling to the stove
He warms his trembling hands
To wait for meals-on-wheels
Or the Lord to take him home
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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