Chasing the Wind

I went searching for (and found an abundance of) poems and tributes and songs and sites, and as I read through them this particular one stood out for me.

I read it and see a desperate, lonely child who misses his father and I flash back to a conversation I had with a colleague who told me of his divorce and how his ex wife, in a counseling session while they were still married, finally comes out with the truth behind their marital problems. As it turns out all that she wanted from him was his sperm and an alimony check, as she was a subscriber in the notion that she (and other women like her) could raise a child, work steady, and be completely, independent and autonomous from a man. She believed that men (husbands, fathers) were purely a barrier to successfully raising children. And I find that completely sad. Sad for her past that brought her to this belief. Sad for her children which will not know a loving household. Sad for those who, for the sake of their own “independence,” enslave their children to the life of childcare and parentless-nights because of their own selfish ambitions. And then I see this from a child who longs for her (his?) father and is saddened by the loss and lack of his presence and guidance.

This is one of the saddest things to me that has resulted from those who would use terror and might to rob families and this nation. And we haven’t even touched the religious, moral, or national consequences that we could discuss.

SPECIAL GARDEN (A Child cry to his Daddy)

In my garden, I will plant some of Daddy’s things

The hat he wears for his favorite baseball team.
His special notes he wrote to me.
His favorite songs he likes to sing.
His special collect cars he bought last spring.

His favorite tie that has grease stains.
His favorite fishing pole, even though he has never caught anything.

And I’m going to plant some of my tears, these come from me.
Every night before I go to sleep, I will go out to my special garden
and pray over Daddy’s things.

(c)copyright Natasha Flowers 2002

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