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Autumn Leaves
- A message for the sons and fathers of the world
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Submitted: Wed Sep 3 18:36:50 EDT 2003 from www.agiftofpoetry.com Full Name: Tim Schvaneveldt Who do you want the poem written for?: The passing away of my father. Why do you want the poem written ?: I want to read it at a church funeral. Key Messages: We never were close. My father left when I was 7 or 8 - divorce. Little to no memory before the divorce. He was usually gone. Now I am 52. No bad memories just very very few. Not bitter, not sweet just none. Memorable Moments: As a boy of 12 or 13, my father and I traveled to Madison, Wis. from Logan, Utah in a car with two other men (Later learned is was to share expenses of the trip). I remember going home on a bus and waving good bye to my father and older brother Roger with sadness but anxious to get back home. My father on the back patio on the ground with his grandson Neil teaching him to play marbles. He and Evelyn sitting on the front porch together at a cabin we met for vacation. Other Comments: Would like it to send a message to both sons and fathers - Make time for each other if you can. However, one does not know what is missed since missing means once knowing. Don't know if it would have been good or bad, happy or sad. Perhaps we will meet again in another time and place and get to know each other. Evelyn his third wife and current wife has been very good to him. Took care of him with all his illnesses. She has shouldered a heavy burden over the last many years. I want to thank her and her daughter for making it better for him. Style: Sincere Package Type: Deluxe Last thoughts: I have learned about my father more through his written life story and my mothers life story than through conversations with him. Sometimes I couldn't tell which version of the story was right? His time in the army, or as a Golf Pro. I have a half brother Wayne whom I have never met or talked with. It would have been nice to have heard these stories from him. I still love my father.
Autumn Leaves
At the end of an Autumn day,
there's a feeling of peace in the
air,
the fruit trees are heavy with
their load,
the crop is bountiful and ready to
share.
The summer sun has warmed the fruit
and the growing job has been done,
as the early leaves start to fall
in the evening breeze,
the last warmth fades from the
Autumn sun.
There's a cool chill in the air,
but everything is in its place,
it's the way it should be,
for every season is for turning,
nothing ever lasts on Earth for all
of eternity,
My father left when I was seven or
eight,
in truth, I can't remember exactly
when,
because I have few memories from
that time,
even though I've tried to remember
(again and again).
That's the memory I have of my
father,
in fact, not bad memories, just
very, very few,
not bitter, not sweet, no after
taste,
no color, no red, no yellow, no
blue.
So please listen to me, sons and
fathers,
one day you'll be standing here
just like this
and then you'll start to think of
all your times together
and all the times together, that
sadly, you've missed.
And Autumn leaves keep on falling
and the leaves once dropped, there
they stay
and everybody gets to leave this
Earth,
inevitably, everybody has their
final day.
So please make time for each other
while you can,
because, sadly, one day it'll be
just too late
and that day will be here sooner
than you think,
there's no accounting for the
twists and turns of fate.
And what is missed is never known,
it's in the basket of what could've
been,
all of the shared experiences that
never were,
all of those unexplored colors -
forever unseen.
I don't even know if I'd have
enjoyed them,
I don't know whether they'd have
been good, bad, happy or sad,
but what I do know is that I've
missed them for ever,
what I do know is that you only
ever have one Dad.
I've learned more about my father
through what's been written,
far more than he ever actually told
me
and my mother and father's version
of events differ,
I guess now that will be an
eternal mystery.
Perhaps we will meet again in
another place
and maybe then we can share some
time,
maybe then I can piece the story
together,
maybe then, I'll get the words to
rhyme.
And I'd like to thank Evelyn and
her daughter,
they shouldered a heavy burden over
the last many years,
Evelyn, you have been very good to
him,
you were there to calm his eternal
fears.
And I wish I'd known my Dad better,
I wish him peace, I wish him still
and just like that perfect Autumn
evening,
I still love my father and I guess
I always will.
Copyright Allen Jesson :) 2003
Tim kindly replied:
Allen,
You've colored my thoughts and
feeling with words that I could never have written on my own. For this I am
forever thankful. My Dad actually passed away this morning.
You can publish the poem on your
website with my name and no need to change names in the poem.
The paper I like is "Clouds" the
first option on your website.
I would like the poem autographed.
Please send me your handwritten
draft.
Thank you again,
Sincerely,
Tim Schvaneveldt
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