tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post5643756128789103408..comments2024-01-09T05:39:44.523-08:00Comments on I Hate Poetry: The Buddah Moskowitz Archive: Fathers and Sons and MenBuddah Moskowitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-49045676902901096162013-12-20T10:56:50.248-08:002013-12-20T10:56:50.248-08:00Thanks for your kind words. Thanks for your kind words. Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-70088258493857832712013-12-19T16:28:31.001-08:002013-12-19T16:28:31.001-08:00Can't read this without tears.
He didn't ...Can't read this without tears. <br />He didn't get to see his son's children grow-up or meet all of them. <br />He met his baby girl's babies when they were just babies. Who would've thought the baby would have babies so young? Her babies, left without grandparents. <br />His legacy carried on through his sons— those uncles. His baby-girl, here in this heart. <br />Thank you for reminding me she was lost...<br />B Berteenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15117066715163938205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-27693883160704012572013-12-05T00:35:28.558-08:002013-12-05T00:35:28.558-08:00I really wanted my grandmother to meet my children...I really wanted my grandmother to meet my children, but she died almost ten years before they were born. I know it isn't even remotely the same thing, but your poem made me think about her and the yearning I still get sometimes when they do something funny that she would have loved.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-87063820167091237562013-11-28T07:30:45.068-08:002013-11-28T07:30:45.068-08:00I think he loved you for who you were, and who you...I think he loved you for who you were, and who you could be. That's how dad's work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-58059546358090441152013-11-27T23:15:24.958-08:002013-11-27T23:15:24.958-08:00I lost my dad at the same age as you. He got to me...I lost my dad at the same age as you. He got to meet the kids though, that helped.Pealogichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06369877267076357849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-14622184819874988922013-11-27T10:17:41.625-08:002013-11-27T10:17:41.625-08:00moving and thought-provoking ~moving and thought-provoking ~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-85876236411206594602013-11-27T04:19:44.866-08:002013-11-27T04:19:44.866-08:00I know how you feel. My dad is gone over five year...I know how you feel. My dad is gone over five years now. I would like to think that he is seeing you from above.ayalahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13243362803799877014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-87743809661997191822013-11-27T03:27:52.106-08:002013-11-27T03:27:52.106-08:00a family tree poeticized...and most touching :) ~...a family tree poeticized...and most touching :) ~jackie~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-59329872786031247872013-11-27T02:37:14.545-08:002013-11-27T02:37:14.545-08:00Ach, painful yet thought-provoking - wonder what m...Ach, painful yet thought-provoking - wonder what might have been, the regret of too late. Very touching.Marina Sofiahttp://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-61862685242067139752013-11-26T23:45:57.019-08:002013-11-26T23:45:57.019-08:00To be orphaned as a young adult is always traumati...To be orphaned as a young adult is always traumatic. I am comforted by memories, rather than regretting what was lost along with my parents. Your poem made me look at it differently, less selfishly. Thank you.vivinfrancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07388722600118753457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-17036864804952268462013-11-26T19:33:30.247-08:002013-11-26T19:33:30.247-08:00I'm losing my mom to that long, slow, debilita...I'm losing my mom to that long, slow, debilitating descent. This really moved me, Mosk.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-9692828071739382962013-11-26T17:29:46.838-08:002013-11-26T17:29:46.838-08:00I saw my dad's death coming from a long way of...I saw my dad's death coming from a long way off and it still knocked me flat for awhile. It's good that you made it matter and that you make beautiful poetry from the loss.author.nara.malonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07159847596372441526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-40776521756691562872013-11-26T17:04:30.575-08:002013-11-26T17:04:30.575-08:00"if your
sudden death hadn't
forced me
to..."if your<br />sudden death hadn't<br />forced me<br />to grow up and<br />become a man."<br /><br />Powerful stuff, Mosk. My dad died when I was five so this poem really resonated with me. I do my best down here to make him proud up there. Wonderful poem. Alex Dissinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01469434538735231477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-14972288753228256352013-11-26T17:04:03.723-08:002013-11-26T17:04:03.723-08:00This gave me a lump in my throat and a tear in my ...This gave me a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. Dang. Good on you for becoming that man Mosk.Jennifer Wagnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344877737695801883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-37313359897622902662013-11-26T14:07:17.570-08:002013-11-26T14:07:17.570-08:00Sons and fathers. And all the strange gifts we sh...Sons and fathers. And all the strange gifts we share, too soon and too late. This is so well crafted, and a beautiful tribute. Taking my hat off...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10871149420280457991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-3756737994525632072013-11-26T14:06:32.140-08:002013-11-26T14:06:32.140-08:00Thanks!Thanks!Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-29223596622475077442013-11-26T14:06:09.465-08:002013-11-26T14:06:09.465-08:00Thanks, part of it was to show him that I didn'...Thanks, part of it was to show him that I didn't end up a bum living in my car - which is what I thought he thought of me.Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-39101423776349256362013-11-26T14:02:27.875-08:002013-11-26T14:02:27.875-08:00I'm sorry for you - I had my Dad twice as long...I'm sorry for you - I had my Dad twice as long as you did and that's still half as long as I wanted. Thanks.Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-51330401093085810362013-11-26T14:01:44.071-08:002013-11-26T14:01:44.071-08:00Thanks, and all I can say is never have any unfini...Thanks, and all I can say is never have any unfinished business, because Death is one surprising phenomena!Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-72722842069823805242013-11-26T14:01:01.551-08:002013-11-26T14:01:01.551-08:00Oh yes. If he hadn't died, I might've sta...Oh yes. If he hadn't died, I might've stayed the mess I was.Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-18488855560118298642013-11-26T14:00:31.425-08:002013-11-26T14:00:31.425-08:00Thanks, for your comment and the lind assumption. ...Thanks, for your comment and the lind assumption. Buddah Moskowitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06839068145732552328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-76654455316841182752013-11-26T13:34:48.256-08:002013-11-26T13:34:48.256-08:00Wonderful poem.Wonderful poem.Lindahttp://lindamanning.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-9948745259868336462013-11-26T13:34:01.122-08:002013-11-26T13:34:01.122-08:00So lovely to want to share your successes with tho...So lovely to want to share your successes with those who would so have loved to them. Wonderful poem.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-10361111769719116652013-11-26T13:20:47.150-08:002013-11-26T13:20:47.150-08:00Indeed.. the last sentence sum it up perfectly .. ...Indeed.. the last sentence sum it up perfectly .. when your father dies you have to grow up to be a man (if not before).. my own father died before I was 40 (as he was quite old becoming a father)... I would have enjoyed talking to him and seeing the life we have made... very touching poem... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12624992.post-87945480485257801922013-11-26T13:14:32.018-08:002013-11-26T13:14:32.018-08:00oh i wish he could've seen you... could have p...oh i wish he could've seen you... could have played with his grand kids...it's tough to lose the parents so early... my dad died when i was 17.. Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.com