The Lending

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Featured Review on this writing by Lizziewolf

To my dad

The Lending
 
 
You are the lending.
Shield and sword,
magestic lord,
my strength, my hope,
my happy ending.
 
You,
the wall that cannot fall,
the tree that stands
against my storm,
my gale.
You hold your form
when words impale your heart.
When I alone am torn apart
you are my mending.
 
Pain I never was intending,
you endure.
Your love is sure
when I am condescending.
 
You,
the reed unbending,
my refuge from the flood impending,
my flesh and blood ~
You watched me flower from a bud,
believed me when I was pretending.
 
Father,
when you are gone
who'll sing this song
to where you go?
 
You
are
my
life
 
How will I know
the way
to do the sending?


Submitted: March 07, 2020

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Lizziewolf

A very beautiful poem. I loved my Father as you love yours. He passed away many years ago and yet his teachings live in me.

Sat, March 7th, 2020 5:11pm

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I'm sure you did and I'm so sorry he's gone. I actually wrote this on a Father's Day a few years ago.

Sun, March 8th, 2020 8:45am

Sarah C

Beautiful!

Sat, March 7th, 2020 10:12pm

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Thank you, Sarah

Sun, March 8th, 2020 8:42am

Spyguy

Beauty incarnate, through verbal invigoration! This is magnificent!

Sun, March 8th, 2020 10:58am

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Thank you, Spy. I'm so glad you like it.

Sun, March 8th, 2020 8:41am

Storywriterx

A different side of you that I really like. You turned a bunch of everyday plain old words into something beautiful here.
XoxoX Ron

Mon, March 9th, 2020 3:48am

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Thank you, Ron. You've seen this before. I wrote it a few years ago on Father's Day.
I'm glad you like this side of me! Those are the only words I know...plain and everyday.

Sun, March 8th, 2020 9:52pm

Extinct

This is sweet beautiful ..

Mon, March 9th, 2020 11:17am

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Thank you, girl!

Mon, March 9th, 2020 7:54am

breakfast@Lola's

great poem hun. loved the rhyming.

Tue, March 17th, 2020 8:00pm

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Thank you, Ify! Thanks for reading!

Tue, March 17th, 2020 3:35pm

DLCannon

such a pretty poem! Is this to your father? Or God?

Wed, April 15th, 2020 10:10pm

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You are the second person who has either asked me that or been unsure. The poem is about my dad. It was actually written on Father's day a couple years ago, and that was a weird experience because I sat down in a quiet place before church and the words just poured out of me. I think I wrote this in about 20 minutes or less. Believe it or not, DL, it takes me a long time to write some of my poems.

You bring up a really good point, though. The poem might be construed as being about God except for the lines "Father, when you are gone, who'll sing this song to where you go?" God isn't going anywhere. But everything else in the piece seems interchangeable.

Thanks, as always, for reading, DL! I like your questions.

Wed, April 15th, 2020 8:40pm

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