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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Watching From Heaven



Dad,
you would have given me the moon
if you could,
lasso it down and hold it in
your palm to light my way.
You told me tales of horses with
broken spirits,
knowing that mine was one.
You kissed me goodnight thousands
of nights always telling me that you loved me.
You inspired me,
believed in me,
forgave me.
You delighted in my words,
encouraged my abstract thoughts.
You were a giant of a man,
you were always there. 
Dad,
I wish I could find the small Italian restaurant,
on the side street by the Thames river
in London.
The sounds of the city were left outside,
wet we took refuge
from the rain.
We feasted on pasta and roasted chicken,
as if we climbed into one of the
Botticelli paintings we saw that day.
Warm, the colors lifting our spirits.
We were delighted in the moment
and a day filled with beauty.
I want to walk into the past,
and find you there in spirit.
I want to replay our conversation,
the sights and sounds.
I want to sit down
with my dog eared notebook,
and write poetry that you would love,
poetry that you can see from heaven.
Dad,
you loved London,
she seeped into your heart
and claimed it.
You repeated a quote,
"when a man is tired of London,
he is tired of life", 
it resonated in your soul,
because she felt like home.
I want to go to her ,
and breathe her again,
and feel you walk beside me.
I want to go to her,
and find you there in spirit
and know that you are still watching me from where you are
in heaven. 



This is dedicated to my dad. On May 10th it will be five years since he passed away. Since then I have missed him every day and thought of him a hundred times a day. He died suddenly and we never got to say goodbye. So many milestones that he has missed. My brothers, my children, the entire family miss him terribly. My mom joined him a year after he passed. We hope they are sharing eternity together. We miss them both.  Please meet us here http://dversepoets.com/ where we share our thoughts and our hearts. 


 

103 comments:

  1. Beautiful and tender, Ayala....your love for your Dad shines through. A fitting tribute :) P.S Look me up if you ever do visit London x

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    1. When I go to London, I will look you up Louise. :) Thank you.

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  2. this is so beautiful...sounds like you really had a close and special relationship... i love how he encouraged and supported you and i'm sure he can read your poetry..smiles.. i understand what he says about london...funny..just today i checked flights and thought i really have to go back to london soon..

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    1. So funny...:) I love London. We had a special bond and I miss him dearly. He was great!

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  3. My heart raced to meet the tempo of your own, as I carefully devoured/read this Ayala. Funny--NOT--how we remember the little things, recall a painting of that day, what we ate, how we felt. And you gave it ALL TO US in this post.
    THANK YOU!

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    1. Thank you, Steve. It's interest the details that we remember and how they evoke certain feelings.

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  4. Beautiful tribute Ayala ~ I like how you recalled a memory of the city, the food, colors and the beauty of the place ~

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  5. i would so love to go to london...what a beautiful tribute to your father as well...love that bit about putting the moon in his had to light your way and on realizing your horse...smiles....very cool

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    1. Thank you, Brian. I hope you get to go someday, there is so much beauty to see.

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  6. This is so tender. Beautiful write, Ayala.

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  7. Such a tender piece Ayala. So full and rich with love and life.

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  8. ahh... we try to hang onto those we miss in so many ways

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  9. Find her and remember him... forever hold onto those beautiful moments.

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  10. what got to me was trying to find the restaurant "we" used to go to when we were kids, with dad. those are memories we shall never forget

    nano birthing chamber

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    1. Some memories are so precious.

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  11. Ayala, what a moving piece. I love that London was the place that got under his skin! So many moments of honest-to-goodness love in this one, beautiful elegy for your dad.

    My mom followed my dad after only four months. Sometimes it works that way - meant to be together. And I do believe we will, each in our perception, meet them again.

    Blessings, hon. Amy

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    1. Amy, so sorry about your parents. It does work that way especially with couples that were extremely close. Thank you.

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  12. What a beautiful and touching tribute to your father, ayala. I know you must miss him as keenly as when the loss was new. On May 11th, it will be the anniversary of my oldest brother's passing...impossible to believe 14 years have passed already. They are with us, still, I know...

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    1. I am so sorry for your loss. So hard. You are right I miss him the way I did when the loss was new. The pain evolves in different way but the longing will be there until the day I die.

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  13. Warm, the colors lifting our spirits.

    Wow! This is haunting and beautiful. Thank you for opening up a memory we can all touch and sharing a glimpse of how well you loved one another. Well done!

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    1. Thank you, Apryl. I appreciate it.

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  14. Full of devotion and emotions..a wonderful tribute to your dad. I can feel your love for him..just remember all the great memories as he lives on in your heart and mind. Beautiful..

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    1. Thank you, he lives on in all of us.

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  15. I want to walk into the past,
    and find you there in spirit.

    He is with you, watching, reading your poetry. This brought tears to my eyes.

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    1. Thank you, Laurie. I was up at 4 A.M the other day thinking about him.

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    2. Back for a second read-through via FB... it really touches my heart. Bless you.

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    3. Thank you, Laurie. My thoughts are filled with him today.

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  16. That is some celebration of your father's memory. Like to read how you roamed through London together.

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  17. A beautiful tribute to your dad. So tender and full of love.

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  18. Ayala, this is so very touching. I do think oftentimes people think that mourning concludes a few months or a year after a person passes. But you know (and I know) this is not true. The person who passes is forever missed. I have seen poems about your dad before, and I am always moved by them.

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    1. So true..they are forever missed. Thank you, Mary. I write with my heart and my heart will always long for him.

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  19. ...watching from heaven & proud... proudest to all you do to inspire many in the world... Ayala this is as beautiful as your heart... inspiring & very touching... our passed loved ones are never & will never be dead to a heart that forgets naught of their presence everyday... smiles..

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    1. Thank you, Kelvin. We miss them everyday and I feel like they walk with us until we meet again.

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  20. Such a moving and touching tribute ayala! Riminds me of the good things from both my late parents too! Brought a tear to my eye. Thanks for sharing!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank. I am happy it moved you.

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  21. I teared up as I read your beautiful tribute to your dad...remembering, of course my own. A girl's first love, and we never forget...heartfelt write, A...just lovely!

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    1. Yes..a girl's first love. Thank you, J. Sorry about your dad.

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  22. I sensed your longing in this Ayala. Loved the warm reminiscing. Beautiful writing.

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  23. Very moving Ayala, but how lucky to have a father who encouraged you no matter what...a wonderful dad indeed. Beautiful.

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    1. I am blessed that he was my dad. thank you, Di.

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  24. I hope you make it there one day, to walk those same streets and breathe it all in again. This brought a tear to my eye, such a lovely tribute. He sounds like a wonderful man. xo

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    1. Thank you, Kelly. I'm glad it resonated with you. xo

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  25. What a beautiful tribute to your Dad, Ayala. It makes me remember my dad, who died too young. I remember us visitinig Chinatown and the village and the fun we had! Oh, those precious and rare memories.

    Hugs,
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    Lady Nyo

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    1. Thank you, Jane. Sorry about your dad...we do remember those moments, don't we? xoxo

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  26. This really does show that he lives on through you!

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  27. A lovely poem that I am sure your dad would be very proud of. Great inscription too. k.

    (This is manicddaily==http://Manicddaily.wordpress.com - Karin - my iPad wants me to use an old blogger blog I once started. k.

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    1. thank you, Karin. I appreciate it.

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  28. I like picturing you and your dad eating in that Italian restaurant.

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  29. Beautiful moving tribute to your dad, Ayala. It is never easy losing our parents, hugs to you.

    Pamela

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  30. Tears as I read this...reminded me of my own dad..

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    1. Thank you kindly and so sorry about your dad.

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  31. Just lovely. I so like this tribute to your dad. What a wonderful man to inspire your beautiful words. Peace

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  32. Oh, Ayala. Love this tribute to your Dad. I know the upcoming days will be hard for you. Please keep recounting all of the good memories you shared together. Sending lots of hugs and will be thinking of you. xoxo

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    1. I know that you know this too well. The longing will continue in our hearts..we were blessed to have this love for our dads. Thank you, Rudri. xoxo

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  33. a beautiful poem to your dad ayala, could feel your love for him ;-)

    "You kissed me goodnight thousands
    of nights" -

    what a wonderful remembrance! and love the details of his, no ya'll's!, London connection

    the whole piece gave me back some of my own dad's best memories, he passed about as long ago

    thanks so much ayala ;-)

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    1. Sorry about your dad..even if it's a long time ago we miss them still. Thank you, Adan.

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  34. smiles...nice to return to this one again...it is a wonderful poem to your dad and it def speaks of one of the things/people that drive what you do...smiles...

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    1. Thank you, Brian. It came from my heart....

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  35. Love how you merge the tribute to your dad and to London...

    Just to mention a passage that triggered an extra like

    We feasted on pasta and roasted chicken,
    as if we climbed into one of the
    Botticelli paintings we saw that day.

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    1. Thank you..my dad loved London and I love her as well. It's nice to remember...good memories.

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  36. What a lovely poetic tribute to a man who was obviously a great Dad. Your words made me sad in two ways; sad that you no longer have your father's company to enjoy, and sad that too many children grow up without knowing what a father's love can be.

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    1. You hit it on the nail, my husband says the same thing all the time. So true. I feel blessed that he was my dad and I am sorry for all those that never have this kind of love.

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  37. you have written a lovely tribute to your father, it sounds like he was the kind of parent we all hope to be (and have)

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  38. This is so sweet. It makes me miss my dad.

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  39. This gave me the chills...how evocative place can be to memories of those we love. I'm not surprised your poem reflects your love of family. It's all over your work, Ayala.

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    1. Thank you, Victoria. Family is so important to me. I appreciate my family so much.

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  40. A very beautiful tribute, Ayala.

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  41. very poignant! the vacuum remains always but it is the spirit that lives with us helping us to move on with their wisdom.

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    1. I would like to believe that's true.

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  42. A tender and brilliantly evocative tribute to your Dad. He would be so proud of you.

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    1. Sweet of you to say..thank you, James.

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  43. Beautiful. I think your dad would have loved it. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Thank you for your kind words.

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  44. Beautiful. I am saddened to learn that your Mom passed away a year after. Part of you died when you lose a spouse, and sometimes, the whole of you.

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    1. Thank you, Lisa. It does so hard. Hugs to you.

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  45. I'm sure they are together still in eternity. From what I've read about the love your parents shared ... it's the kind of love that transcends. Thank you for sharing your beautiful memories with us!

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    1. Thank you, Katherine.so kind of you to say.

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  46. I am so sorry, Ayala, about the loss of both your father and mother. Your love and your yearning for your father in the poem are so palpable and my heart is with you. The poem is just beautiful.

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    1. Thank you, Cecilia. I appreciate your sweetness.

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  47. What lovely memories, and a lovely tribute....... So very touching Ayala....

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