Saturday, August 28, 2010

The Sheltering



His
eyes were
the windows
that showed us
his vision of the world
his arms were the walls that
cushioned us from the noises of life
his strength was the shelter that
protected us from the storms
we faced his soul's integrity was the
nails that held together our family
his heart was the door that helped
us get where we needed to go his
love was the foundation that made
our house a home.


Dedicated to my father.
Parkes Van Horn

My dad was more than a father he was our mother as well. His memory and example are what have formed the person that I am today.  I miss him more than any poem could ever express.

28 comments:

  1. But your poem expressed a lot, several pieces in the jigsaw. Take care.

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  2. A lovely poem in memory of your father.

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  3. Beautiful. What a wonderful way to remember your father. You write such nice pieces and use great photographs to match the words. Mart

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  4. ah a wonderful tribute...and heart warming magpie...thanks for sharing him with us...

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  5. What a beautiful way to honor your father. Parents truly are like a home and you penned it so perfectly.

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  6. What a lovely memorial. Thanks for sharing.

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  7. nicely done lovely story...you were so blessed

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  8. He sounds like a remarkable man and a special soul. Bless him.

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  9. What a lovely tribute to your father.

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  10. Beautiful tribute to your father, Carrie. And Parkes Van Horn is such a fabulous name!

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  11. Thank you all for stopping this blog to read it...my dad has been gone for going on 20 years now, but his legacy of love lives on to 2 more generations after me...
    and yes, i have never known another Parkes...my brother had an unusual name as well...Vaude. :-)

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  12. Love builds the best security...

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  13. What a beautiful tribute to your father. I barely knew my father - he was absent most of my life. Sadly, the father of my two youngest sons abandoned them when they were three and five and never supported them.

    Your loving tribute was nice, especially because it shows me that there are fathers out there who are wonderful caring men.

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  14. a beautiful poem for your father. I know words cannot express the love you feel for him, but it helps to write down what you can.

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  15. Beautiful tribute and magpie. Well done!

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  16. A house shaped poem of beauty about your father. Wonderful.

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  17. Carrie...now I understand this...my father was my mother also...he raised 6 of us - amazing strength some men have...bkm

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  18. so beautiful Carrie... what a lovely tribute to your dad!!

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  19. Beautiful tribute to a treasure of a father!

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  20. Thank you one and all for your sweet encouragment and comments...it is a blessing to share thoughts and memories here. :0-)

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  21. any parent would beam with humbled pride to have such a poem written for them. i know, because i am one.

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  22. Yes, Bethany Anne and that is such a blessing...thank you so much for stopping by and reading it. :-)

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  23. This was just so wonderful, it reminded me of my dad ... just wondeful x

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  24. The words to this poem describe my father. I miss him dearly. It's been two years now and feels like I just lost him yesterday, and at the same time, feels like he's been gone forever. Does that make sense?

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  25. I completely understand what you are saying bluebonnets my friend. :-)

    Thank you Deborah for stopping by to read it...you have been so wonderfuly encouraging to me. :-)

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  26. Beautiful tribute. I like how the poem is in the shape of a house, and yet you did not sacrifice the flow of the words. I think you cut the lines in just the right words.

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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth