for he is just a cowboy

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This is a 1st edit, will re-do once back home. Not a poem..not really anything- just thought.

Apologies for not getting around to reading from last week, especially those that took time out to read mine and comment. Holiday is over tomorrow (fly back home) so situation will be… almost normal. 🙂
 

 

For DVerse – The Poets Pub

Re-worked from 1st Edit.

Worn out boots kick up the dust
my flanks shiver; bridle held in
weather beaten hands, a reassuring
voice “Woah girl, good girl”
I know the human smile
my leg strikes the soil – a welcome
bridle raised, my head held high
metal bit cold, unforgiving
but there is trust- we have a bond
blanket thrown across my back takes
the chill out of my spine
whilst the glow of oil lanterns
attracts the winged night flyers
saddle placed with stirrup straps
the familiar kind old hands I feel
along my belly; cinch the girth strap
leather boot on metal, swinging
one leg over – that’s when I hear you sigh
“Head up girl” your old voice whispers
I walk on into the night
been sometime since we rode when the
sky was almost black
into the hills I forge, my hooves the
only sound we hear and I feel you on the
saddle to the rhythm of my gait
down to the Old Jones brook – I bend to take
a drink – that’s when it changes- when I
hear you fall
master – cowboy – nuzzling your
brow, smelling your hair
your last breath was doing what you loved
riding me, your old grey mare
so I stand just sniffing you for quite
the longest time, not wishing to forsake
you my cowboy… friend of mine

My Dad – Affectionately ‘Pop’

For my Pop,

This is what I wrote & read to my father not so long ago.

For the last few months I have thought more and more about wanting to sit with you and say what I am about to. Instead I being the writer have written those words and will read it, as hopefully I shall find this easier.

What can a daughter say to her father, that I love you totally? Admire your courage to survive your upbringing, your strength to conquer against all odds your escape during the war. Your tenacity to fight for a better life, not only for yourself but for my mother and your children.

You are a man of dignity and honesty. You have been and still are a wonderful husband to mum and a truly devoted and loving father to your children. You have always been there to support and encourage and give me much-needed advice. You have been the disciplinarian when needed when I was younger, the confidant as I grew and the person I could rely on.

Every daughter will say their father is the best, but of you it is true. It is a pity we don’t ‘know’ the man before they became our father, as I would have liked to have known you in your youth, or a young man, but then again are you so different from then to now? As life rolls by I have so many memories of you and my life is the better for it. I would not change one moment, nor one day.

I have wanted to say these things to you for sometime and even though I pray with my entire being that you will be with me for many years to come, reality means that may not be so. This is why I say this to you now, because I do not want to miss the opportunity of not being able to tell you. I adore you Pop, you will always be with me on this earth or when your time comes to leave it. Perhaps believe in the ever after, so that I can still talk to you and know that you are around me. No words shall comfort my grief or pain when you are not here to talk to or laugh with. I shall remember playing childhood games with you, I shall remember sharing a loaf of bread and a full piece of salami in a car with you and not having anything to cut them with. Our memories will being a smile to my heart. I love you unconditionally and respect you as my father and as a human being.

You have brought me up well and taught me well and for that I am eternally grateful.

You are in my heart and so much a part of me, that tears well in my eyes as I write these words.

But I wanted to say them – had to say them. I am so proud to be your daughter and even more proud that you Pop are my father. So with this I close, I wipe the tears and I vow to spend as much time with you as I can. I love you.

I shared this with you, to implore those that may read it, to say what they feel to their parents, before the chance has been taken from you.  I did and I have made peace within myself, that when his time does come he will know my thoughts and how much I love him. I held his hand and struggled with the tears as I read this to him, but I had the opportunity to do so and for that I am happy.

Remember the lyrics to Mike and the Mechanics Song  The Living Years-

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say