Some of the best poems are taken from real life events, changed some, but no less hard. |
-Taken To Soon- by Keaton Foster Distant The land Vacant The man Far away Not today Before He disappeared I didn’t Know him Stranger My mother’s Second lover Father By chance I knew of him Through Persistence I understood why But I remained Quite silent Before she My mother died She asked of me Precious son My boy The love I’ve avoided The one Not admitted Is your kin Your blood His loins Are yours Your likeness Is his Seek him out No longer Live in doubt See his face Ask him why Even if The answer Matters not Know for yourself As to how come He never once Came forward Why he refused To claim you As his true son As his flesh And his blood Ask him you must Upon my end Please if you can Keep this promise She died All but a few days After she pressed me To find the answers To questions That up until She posed them I never considered Remotely important I buried her Next to the man I had always Called father In peace I’m sure They’ll now be At ease My life seemed But as she asked As she required I had to try So I set off I made my way To a place Far beyond home A place I would never Otherwise go And for days I looked for him Asking questions Speaking to anyone Who might of Knew him But no one did Not a single soul Alive in my time Had ever heard Of the man My mother said Was my creator Disillusioned Feeling as if I had broken a promise Nearly impossible to keep I was about to give up To leave The idea behind I had tried And for me Certainly not her That seemed as if That would be enough But before I left Before I moved on To my new life Completely alone By an off chance At the edge of small road On the outskirts of town I saw a cemetery One that looked as if It had been there For many years I could find no keeper But I did ask another visitor And he assured me That everyone who Had ever been anyone Was buried there I knew his name My father First and last I surmised his age And began looking Row by row Stone by stone Name by name Indeed it took me Several tedious hours But I did find him His name Clear and precise And poetically written Below it Was a special note Certainly left by his own Mother and father Thus, there it was I had the answer The one she required But never once Asked herself He, my father John William Foster Was born June 23, 1942 The date that he died Was the same as the day That I, his son was born The special note read Taken to soon And even though I never knew him I must admit In that moment And since I agree… Taken To Soon Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |