My Father.

By Karla Aristy


He’s silent
As he sits on stage
Listening to all the comments
And smart remarks
Of how the people on stage
Are not doing their job
He’s nods
As he seconds the motion
To pass Passages 9.1 to 9.9
He smiles
As he shakes the hands of the graduates
Or when he sees a good chess move
He frowns
As he hears the insults
And the lack of support
We get everyday
For what he does
He smirks
To me from the stage
As I read his mind
And the sarcastic remarks he’s thinking
He holds himself together
As he walks up the stage
For the last time
As he’s given a plaque as a Thank You
Thank You for almost 10 years
Serving yourself to these children
Choking up a bit as he is hugged by many
A flashback of years ago comes back
From the time the first graders sang to him
A song they had made and dedicated to him
As I sit there in the audience
Hearing the song entitled “To Mr. Aristy”
He’s silent
In his office
Every day of his life
I look through the opening of the door
For a sign
Any sign
Of pain he feels
Any pain from the loss we have received
From working so hard for almost ten years
To have it taken from under your feet
I look at his facial expressions
As he searches for his stamps
To find a clue,
Any clue
If he feels what I feel
And if he knows that I do.


My daughter Karla wrote this poem to me, she is 15 years old.

 

I´m sure that you are very proud of her!! Congratulations for both of you!
It´s a very nice and sensitive poem
Little Richard (Ricardín)

So..., are you sure that she´s realy your daughter, Carlos? (JeJe)

 

Ow I'm just another daughter so you see how daughters love dads. They're the protectors, sometimes the idols, the angels and the serious ones who you don't want to get in trouble.
But they're just adorable. And, Karla's got this special sense! She looks at your face, "your facial expressions" and she looks the silence, the silent man and she maybe thinks of what's in the inside of her dad. I only can agree with her, sometimes only wives, or sons, or daughters, or children, realize about what's happening.
Don't worry about the loss, you can win again. And with Karla I wish you will. =)
My kisses to her, she doesn't seem to start as a poet, congratulations Karla! (you look after your dad) and a hug to the careful and amazing dad you are:::hug:::
RINOA:::lengua1:::

 

Yes, Ricardin, I am very proud of her and her multiple accomplishments at her young age! Thank you, I just wanted to share her poem about me....

 

Rinoa dearest,

We already had this conversation in private. I expressed your thoughts to Karla already. Thank you, once again, for your candor. Besos.

 

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I do not know what kind of person Karla is, but if I know anything about 15 year olds, I would say she was very brave in giving you this poem. That you felt the need to share it with is us is very endearing. Does she write in spanish? I hope you encourage her to do so. A big Hello from the Sunshine State.[/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font][/font]

 

Thank you for your beautiful comment. She is very special, not only for me!
As for the language, we still struggle with it, but we are working on it.
Save me some sunshine!

 

Woow! I suppose you're very proud of her! It's a trully nice poem. I like it.
Hugs!

Sol.

 

Thank you Sol. Yes, I am very proud of her! Kiss.