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'Family Matters' ~ #20-450-B
 Category:  Family Poetry
  Posted: June 18, 2017      Views: 410
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My new photo is a "selfie" and my name is Marilyn D.F. Boire, under the pen name of BeasPeas (after my mother, named Bea, who also wrote). I'm an artist and writer who loves to sing. My art is contemporary. Although I like to paint in oils and wa - more...

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Chapter 20 of the book Family Matters ~ Poetry & Prose
A poem ~ Remembering my dad as well as my ex-husband
"On This Father's Day" by BeasPeas

On this Father's Day, I remember you well,
a man of honor with strength to family.
I cannot say I felt your love, heart to swell,
but you remained steady with duty manly.

I waited for years to gain your devotion,
listening for the praise that would hardly come.
I longed for your approval, adoration,
waited and waited ever glad for a crumb.

Still underneath, I had hoped you would soften,
as the daily grind ground out the life we led.
Yet now that it's done I think of you often,
sadly lamenting tender words never said.

Marilyn D.F. Boire ~ June 18, 2017
'Family Matters'



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Syllables: 11
I think we, as women, tend to pick men like our dad. I recognized in my ex-husband the traits of my father, honor, family, steadiness, duty--but with that came inability to share, especially emotion. There were glimpses here and there, a teary eye quickly wiped away. Maybe their love was deeper than I thought, but I'll never know.

Image: My mom, Bea, (the Bea in beaspeas) and my dad, Billy. Coney Island, circa 1957. Photographer: Marilyn D.F. Boire
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