Poem -
The Weather Man
To me you were my blood, never questioning the why,
But through the years you proved, our bond was just a lie.
Even on the brightest days, you chose to make it rain,
No more clouds inside my mind, or memories of pain.
Every chance for me to shine; you kept me in the dark,
With eyes still full of thunder, no chance to ever spark.
I donât regret the past; in fact I wouldnât change a thing,
The storm you made is gone, only rainbows that I bring.
Forgiveness is my final gift, when all is said and done,
You wonât get another chance, to live life with a sun.
Grant Wright
16/03/2017
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Hi Cherie. Thanks for the comments. You are absolutely right regarding the message in the poem.Â
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Your expression is flawless in this piece. I understand the hurt & pain in this situation. I suppose that is why I felt these words so deeply. Forgiveness....is vital. For us, not them.Â
This is a keeper for me. Thank you for sharing such a personal piece.Â
Hi SoulWhispers, everything I write is done with the hope it connects with another. Your comments mean the world to me and I hope you are stronger person for the experience.Â
You're understanding of forgiveness is so true about this poem and life in general for that matter.
It was my pleasure to share.
G xÂ
Hi Greg, I am trying to understand where you're coming from ### the bond between father and son is exceptional. ##those moments I never had, Â but I am trying to understand it from my point of view as a parent ## I don't know what's like to have a father ### I was only 3 months old in the womb of my mother when he died ## I am a posthumous daughter. # how can I miss something I never had ## just let go of the pain!! # Â great write!!Â
Hi Leah, I could not agree more that the bond shared with father and son is truly exceptional. In my situation the person was not my actual father. He was gone when I was a few months old. The person IÂ called Dad all my life had the chance to be closer than my real Dad ever would.Â
My parents separated when I was 10 and he was still in my life until I was in my mid 20s. It became very apparent to me that he only kept this going as a way to try and hurt my mother. He would use me for information and try to make me believe she was evil.
I met him at his mothers funeral on Tuesday and he was still the very same. More than a decade has past. I was the bigger man and never reacted. That was the background of the poem. I have no pain to let go. I am part of a loving wonderful family and feel lucky every day.
Thanks for taking the time to comment.Â
G x
Hey GRANT!!..... congrats on the nod from administration........ Love this metaphorically powerful and truly moving write.......I agree with ALL of the above feedback...... some insightful writers on COSMO!!........" Forgiveness is my final gift when all is said and done!!"......... some amazing phrasing here...... all under the umbrella of "The Weather Man".......VERY clever....... had to PIN this Grant!!....... by the way...... my apologies for calling you GREG the other day!! (smiles)........LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo. ?âłâ´â
Hi Tony, thanks for the comments bro. No apologies required my friend.Â
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