There’s no way to know when our time will come. I sure didn’t.
Would I have done things differently if I did? Probably not.
Life teaches as it tests, so we do the best we can with the time we have.
Who am I to say whether you learned your lessons well?
I had my own lessons to learn, but those days are long gone.
Yes, my life was cut short, but, hell, my family was cut short.
A brother I never knew, gone almost before he could breathe.
My mother gone before I was fifteen, when I had to learn to breathe
all over again for myself and my father, devastated for the rest of his life.
I learned early on not to expect something for nothing,
that hard work brings rewards. Life may be cruel, but it can be
just as generous. Your love, even since I’ve been gone, is proof.
You’ve had your own lessons to learn. Those that were easy balanced
with trials. One at a time, you’ve managed. Life is meant to be lived
one day at a time. Live it. Don’t dwell on the past. Continue to learn.
This poem may not be quite on prompt for Day 8 of napowrimo.net, which challenges us to “read a few of the poems from Spoon River Anthology, and then write your own poem in the form of a monologue delivered by someone who is dead.” Mine is definitely not in the same style as those by Edgar Lee Masters. I chose to write it in the voice of my father – therapy for myself, probably, since it’s more in my “voice” than his. I suppose it could be an epilogue to my Day 6 poem, “Instillation.”
~ Day 8 ~
6 thoughts on “R.R.G.”
Ken, I find your poem strong and beautiful. We should not dwell in the past as you say. I find that some memories can become a strength within so you no longer carry but just cherish.
Don’t care about your style, KG. The poem / the man speaks to me. Awesome stuff.
Cruel but generous – this perspective of life’s influence resonates with me. The hardest things to handle in the moment often prove the source of great gifts realized later. None of that lessens the sense of loss of a loved one, but it does capture the flow and pattern of living and losing others to death.
Your love for your father is evident in these words. I can tell he was a good man. (K)
Well said Ken! Life is not easy but can be rewarding
Yes, accept and live into the now. Love this reflection poem.