My dad

Pic courtesy Circle of Care

Daddy’s hands, blue veined and soft,
were in my hands when he slipped away
I detested my hands for many months
for their inability to hold on to him
my hands so unlike his in appearance and texture
yet both with the left being the dominant one.

My voice refuses to break into a song
for dad is no longer there by my side
covering up my flat, unmusical notes
with his sonorous and robust baritone
never the one to give up easily, my daddy,
lessons he gave me enthusiastically and undeterred.

Ever the restless, he sits still now 
there on the mantle, in a simple wooden frame
with nary a frown on his patient countenance
no film of dust can dim his deep smile
nor the love glinting in his garrulous grey eyes
as gulmohars herald the arrival of spring
I feel his warm presence all around me.

Gulmohar (delonix regia)

Written for dVerse poetics. Today I am the host. We are writing about fathers, incorporating at least three titles from those given below.

1. Dance with my father: Luther Vandross

2. Song for dad: Keith Urban

3. My father’s eyes: Eric Clapton

4. Papa don’t preach: Madonna

5. Daddy lessons: Beyonce and Dixie Chicks

6. Color him father: The Winstons

7. Daddy could swear, I declare: Gladys Knight and the Pips

8. Baby father: Sade

9. My old man: Mac Demarco

10. Father to son: Queen

11. Papa, can you hear me?: Barbara Streisand

12. Daddy’s hands: Holly Dunn

13. My father’s house: Bruce Springsteen

14. Papa don’t take no mess: James Brown

15. Your daddy loves you: Gil Scot-Heron


66 thoughts on “My dad

  1. Last Night

    Hi Punam, i am not sure if i did the right thing of linking my piece to your blog to, should i link it to dverse? (which i don’t know how🤭)

    I haven’t been on dVerse for a while your prompt though just made me write this.

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  2. What a heart-rending tribute, dear Punam. Made me tear up to an extent and think of Mum and my brother who smile from the heavens above.

    The loss of a loved one is incomprehensible and the void never gets filled.

    Sending you big, warm hugs and all your Dad’s blessings this brand new season.

    Lots of love. xoxox

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    1. My dear Natasha, thank you so much. You are so right about that unfillable void. I accept your warm hugs with love and send you some in memory of your dear mum and brother.
      Lots of love to you. Xoxo

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  3. A very touching tribute, Puman. I could feel the love and connection you had with your father…. the longing too. It is an honour to hold those hands in the end. I know we share this. Sending you hugs.

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