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One Hundred Miles Away
Here’s my attempt at a witty gritty bitty but short little ditty,
Not for your pity but because I really want to be sincere,
Even as I’m living further away in a different city,
My love for you is so strong it will never disappear.
Dear son, I can’t be there like you’ve wished or dreamed,
But I think about you when I wake up and when I go to bed,
With that said, even though I’m not there like you’d like,
I pray that you understand the struggle in my head.
I feel frustrated and flustered as if I failed you as a father,
It bothers me because there can be so much potential,
That I haven’t spent time with you, quality hours with you,
Because you fulfill a void in me that’s essential.
My shortcomings are in no way a reflection of my love,
But any time you want, I’m a phone call or a text away,
In simple terms I’d like to affirm, I miss you so much,
You’re close to my heart even if I’m a hundred miles away.
Well, the map says it’s one hundred and five,
But I don’t mind taking that quick drive.
Not for your pity but because I really want to be sincere,
Even as I’m living further away in a different city,
My love for you is so strong it will never disappear.
Dear son, I can’t be there like you’ve wished or dreamed,
But I think about you when I wake up and when I go to bed,
With that said, even though I’m not there like you’d like,
I pray that you understand the struggle in my head.
I feel frustrated and flustered as if I failed you as a father,
It bothers me because there can be so much potential,
That I haven’t spent time with you, quality hours with you,
Because you fulfill a void in me that’s essential.
My shortcomings are in no way a reflection of my love,
But any time you want, I’m a phone call or a text away,
In simple terms I’d like to affirm, I miss you so much,
You’re close to my heart even if I’m a hundred miles away.
Well, the map says it’s one hundred and five,
But I don’t mind taking that quick drive.
Published 12th Mar 2020
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12th Mar 2020 00:26am
This is not only a great poem, Wally, but a wonderful confessional to your son.
20th Mar 2020 7:19pm
Thanks Ahavati. It was a difficult decision to move far away which is what makes my visits with him even more special when I go see him.
And, you have some stellar alliteration going on here:
"I feel frustrated and flustered as if I failed you as a father,"
i swear it started off fiercely as a rap,
"Here’s my attempt at a witty gritty bitty but short little ditty,
Not for your pity"
but that's great! It helps mix up the flow of the entire poem; keeps us on our toes.
"I feel frustrated and flustered as if I failed you as a father,"
i swear it started off fiercely as a rap,
"Here’s my attempt at a witty gritty bitty but short little ditty,
Not for your pity"
but that's great! It helps mix up the flow of the entire poem; keeps us on our toes.
20th Mar 2020 7:22pm
It was going to originally start as a rap but I decided to change it right away, I just kept that line. I wanted to curse left and right with the F word but the alliteration just came to me.
