Ode to my father

My dad as a young man

My dad as a young man

The mighty oak stands tall against the low slung evening sun
Standing as tall as it can, stoic, gathering strength from its nourishing roots
A root base that has supported it for well over half a century
The oak itself has stood for over ¾ of a century
Gathering sustenance to remain a force to reckon with
It has withstood the test of time and an onslaught of storms and strife
Struck by lightning time and again but continuing to hold its mighty branches aloft
These branches at one time were once impossibly strong, just as the oak’s base
They now are beginning to wither with age and blight
Many generations of children have played amongst those mighty branches
Gaily laughing, chasing, joyous and unshakable in their knowledge that it would always be there
Generations of young men and women have gathered at its imperious base
Rapt in the telling of tales, drinking of spirits and regaling in its wisdom
Gathering all the knowledge it has to dispense
It has weathered many a storm in its lifetime
Its acorns and seeds have fallen to the ground
Some to be taken aloft by the wind to land in distant places
Taking root and growing mighty in their own right
Others have grown to maturity only to be felled before their time
Themselves a victim of the blight
Still others have failed to gain the nourishment to grow to their full maturity
Foundering and trying to find purchase in the hardscrabble ground
Taking their strength from the mighty oak
Now the mighty giant is tired
Withered by years of battling ferocious storms
hit time and again by lightening,
Fighting off blight as it fights for its life
The blight is unfortunately winning this battle
Settling into its roots, threatening to fell it
But still it stands
Too proud to give up its fight
Too stubborn to let it win
Time and again the blight attacks
And still it stands
Not as mighty and strong as it once was
Yet still it stands
Still it stands


My mom and dad at the relay. Aren't they adorable?

My mom and dad at the relay. Aren’t they adorable?

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4 Responses to Ode to my father

  1. Ron says:

    Beautiful post, Peg!

    Sharing much love and energy with you, your father and family!

    ((((((((((((((((((((( You ))))))))))))))))))))))))

    X ya, my friend!

    • pegbur7 says:

      Thank you Ron! It is so hard (as you know) to watch someone once so vibrant and larger than life, wither away before your eyes. I just want his suffering to end.. I don’t want to lose my daddy but I also don’t want him to suffer and I want my mom to be able to get through this.

  2. Angelia Sims says:

    Praying my dear. I keep checking your pages for news. Such a lovely tribute and amazing man to have in your life. Hugs to you and your family.

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