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  • April 5th, 2010 | 9:47 AM
30 Poems in 30 Days - Lies I've Told

My personal challenge for National Poetry Month is to write
a poem a day about the father I have never known.


My dad is a movie star
pretty soon he'll come get me
we'll go to Hollywood
and I'll be on his TV show.
Want my autograph?

He's a spy
an astronaut
a famous scientist working on a cure for Polio

I can't come to your party
because my dad is taking me
to the zoo.
We always go to the monkey house first.

Right now my dad is asleep
so we have to play at your house.
(Can't you hear him snoring?)

My dad travels a lot.
but he taught me how to tie my shoes
ride a bike
and how to speak Pig-Latin
so we could share secrets just between us.

Last week he gave me his lucky silver dollar
and promised to buy me a pony
for my birthday.

He'll be home soon
and you can ask him yourself.

@copyright Susan Taylor Brown 2010
    All Rights Reserved
There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 21 comments — Leave comment )
April 5th, 2010 11:00 am (UTC)
Tanita Says :
My Dad reads a lot, so we'd have to be quiet ... we should probably just play in your driveway.

We're going on vacation, so I won't be home.

Well, I can't come to your birthday party, because my Dad's taking us shopping.

Dad's buying us a car.

...and more lies.
April 5th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Tanita Says :
Oh Tanita. You know. You SO know just what I mean.
April 5th, 2010 11:06 am (UTC)
Love this, Susan (though it's heartbreaking).
April 5th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you, Jama. Heartbreaking for many years but this journey is healing me.
April 5th, 2010 02:06 pm (UTC)
so much truth among the lies...xo, Susan
April 6th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
All between the lines.
April 5th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness, this is excellent. It reminds me of a conversation I overheard in a local library. One librarian was telling the other about the effect reading a specific Roethke poem had on an audience of teens. When she'd finished, one of them said, "Yeah, my dad's alcoholic, too."

This poem taps into something deeply universal.
April 5th, 2010 05:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I love it when I can find that universal connectin!
April 5th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
Susan, the specificity of this poem is just lovely. :)
April 6th, 2010 06:57 am (UTC)
Thank you. I'm writing these fast and it sort of surprises me sometimes.
April 5th, 2010 05:04 pm (UTC)
With each poem I read, you deepen my understanding---and will help me help a couple of little ones close to me when that time comes. Thank you.
April 6th, 2010 06:58 am (UTC)
Oh my, this makes my heart ache that you will have to answer some tough questions too. But I know you will find the right way.
April 5th, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
That poem is so wonderful and it made me cry. My alcoholic dad was fun and reliable (workaholic) but my mother, who would have been helped by Alanon, was kind of a witch. You could change the w to a b and still be accurate, and nothing we did was ever good enough...
April 6th, 2010 06:59 am (UTC)
Is it wrong that I love to know that I make people cry? :)

I know there are a great many people who had a parent that they wished were different and some of them have told me that maybe it was a good thing but you know, there's that hole that you just keep poking.
April 5th, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could make life just as we wanted it through a few simple dreams. It would be so much easier than the truth. My dad was an alcoholic, who was hardly ever home I used to lie awake at night until he came home to make sure he did. He was so selfish, he used to just sit and watch tv and let my mother wait on him. Yet he thought he was so perfect. He hardly ever spoke to me and when he did it was only to tell me how I was never going to amount to anything etc etc. I proved him wrong though and mow he spends his days full of loneliness and bitterness because he chose to push us all away all those years ago. Yes not having a father can be heartbreaking but sometimes having one can be even more so.

- Anne McKenna
April 5th, 2010 10:05 pm (UTC)
Wow, Susan. This is beautiful and heartbreaking and courageous, and I'm in awe. Your never-present father wounded you deeply but you're strong enough to use that hurt in such a powerful way. Wow.
April 6th, 2010 06:59 am (UTC)
Tracy you are so darn good for my ego. Thank you.
April 5th, 2010 10:55 pm (UTC)
Loving your poetry. xoxo
April 6th, 2010 06:59 am (UTC)
Thank you!
April 6th, 2010 04:07 pm (UTC)
another great one
Once again, excellent. I can feel the optimism...maybe one day...
April 7th, 2010 07:28 am (UTC)
Re: another great one
Thank you!
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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