For My Pops

[Don Savant]

The 7 Year Day

it's been seven years
and tears
still escape the wells of my eyes

i'm still
in some for of shock
over
you not being here to annoy me
or
to just call me
or
pop up unannounced
just to see
how i am doing

i miss
hearing your voice
though mine is eerily similar
and
i wish
i had some recording of you
singing your favorite song
or
a videotaped reminder
of just how silly you could be
and
how you used to make me laugh

seven long years
and it's still fresh on my mind
it still
feels like
i'm sittin in the front pew
listening to your eulogy
just knowing that
i'll never awaken from this dream

seven long
hard
years
still feels like the day
that my phone rang
bringing me the news that
i'd have to learn to live
without my father
my best friend
the man that
taught me how to be
the man that i am
by now being
the man that he was
yet
i still loved him
as if he had
not a flaw in his wounded soul

my father
who still remains
deep inside my soul
as i carry on his legacy
hopefully earning his pride
with every move i make


R.I.P. 6/21/50-12/24/98

[WhiteBoy773]

Well written... I really felt the emotion in this poem, Great drop Don

[Def Poet]

keep your head up fam, great drop....R.I.P