Pride (When You Were Born)

By Art of the Diver

Fri, 18 Oct 2013
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When you were born, I was so proud

I held you, so that you could hear, my heart beat

and then, you would always know who I was; as your father

 

When you were born, I was so proud

you held my little finger, in your whole hand

and then, you yawned and drifted off to sleep; contently

 

When you were born, I was so proud

I felt like all my dreams had come true

and when you smiled; new dreams formed; with such hope

 

When you were born, I was so proud

I was marveled, by the perfection that I saw before me

and as you grew up; your perfection also grew; flawless unlike me

 

Years have passed, since the first day that I held you

so long since you were born and yet, I am still, so very proud              

I had always hoped, that you would know and understand; your father's heart

its rhythm, how strongly it beats and how special it felt then, just to hold you

How it beats just like yours today and how it hurts, from the tragic pain of being apart.

 

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

Copyright © 2013 Art of the Diver with all rights reserved.

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Of Love ~ Life ~ Consequence : Stories & Poems
Love

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Nice to share this. 'you held my little finger, in your whole hand
and then, you yawned and drifted off to sleep; contently' brought back memories!
It always seems odd that we use the word 'Pride' in this context, when we often mean rather a pleasure and gratitude. The little ones grow up usually showing they too aren't perfect, but appreciate our honesty about our own failings, and desire to help them and admire their achievements.
Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Hi Rhiannon, thanks for your positive comments on this piece... I guess we are always mindful of how fast time passes and that moments like those within this poem are sometimes all an absentee parent has to remember.  There are so many reasons why such circumstances occur... many of which are beyond the control or choice of the parent... such silence often defies the heart.. cheers for taking the time to introduce yourself and read my work... take care... PD

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I do so enjoy reading your work.  I found this poem both tender and sad,  especially the last final words.  Yet another heart felt read.  Jenny.

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Hi Jenny, thank you so much for that... If you read the heart of this piece, then I have achieved what was intended when first penned... I do appreciate your faith in my efforts... cheers... take care.. PD

Submitted by catherine poarch on

The last line is so very sad. But the poem is lovely, in style and content. None of us are flawless but the nearest we get to it is by at least trying to love someone unselfishly. I hope the poem reaches out to where it needs to. 

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

Hi Catherine, thank you for your excellent comments and support... This piece is one of a series that I wrote on behalf of absentee fathers - an often broken and gagged group, with mixed communication abilities... it has reached the hearts of many and I hope, continues to... I really appreciate that you took the time to provide such a positive critique... Cheers for that... take care.. PD (Rob)