My one and only attempt at being a Fake Poet (see what y’all did to me?)
An Odd to My Father
by Ms. Rabbit
I am your 1st child
the apple of your eyes
an epitome of daddy’s girl
the child everyone in the family was waiting for
Your grandson was barely 3 months old when you fell sick
He was a cute little baby
who looks nothing like our family
except for the fact that he is a tad too heavy
It was 5 am in the morning when Auntie Rabbit gave me a call
You were in ICU
barely breathing
not doing well at all
I packed my bag immediately and left on the 7th
holding in my tears the whole way through
until I got to see you
and held your hand
You left us on the 9th month of that year
Everyone was shocked and sad to lose you
but could only remember the wonderful person that you were
and vow to never forget you
Awwww @msrabbit – I am so very sorry for your loss. Both my parents are gone and I still miss them every day. He will always be with you.
Sending you many big hugs….
Thank you. I guess we’ll always miss them. 🙂
I am okay. My dad passed away more than 10 years ago. It was hard the first couple years, but I’ve come to accept it.
Oh! This is wonderful (or should I say “0, this is 1-derful?” too much?). Let me gush about this because I enjoyed it on a couple levels. First off, the story and feeling behind it are so poignant. I felt your love for your dad so clearly. I am so sorry you lost him <3 <3 <3
I love that you're conveying all this with so many small details…a family waiting for a child, the resemblance to the family, an aunt giving the call, the hours, the weight (the numbers). You're building up to a momentous event with these tiny details, and I was struck with how that's a metaphor for life itself.
Then of course there are the numbers in this odd (heh love that btw). Is there a word like "pun" but for numbers? And how did you decide on this approach? were numbers meaningful to your dad? Anyway, I love this aspect of it. I love that this is a story of subtraction, but also there is a lot of addition going on. I also like, whether or not it was intentional, that you end with the 0 in 2020. In contrast to the other numbers: an even number. I went back and forth whether to read it as "zero = nothing" or as "zero = a circle, whole" and then decided it could be both at the same time… I sound like I'm pontificating, don't it? I'm sorry. I'm always too much on accident. But I just keep re-reading this, and I can't stop admiring it!
(also this definitely should not be your one and only attempt at poetry, fake or otherwise. this is great stuff.)
I think you’re giving me too much credit (heh). I am really just a fake poet (probably a bad one at that).
I started with the title. “Odd” is a word play on “Ode”. I was too ashamed to called this an ode. Then I listed the odd numbers and somehow it magically works with my narrative. Beginner’s luck? So, the number 11 is the only intentional odd number here. 2020 was just because this is the year. I guess I should have written this in 2021, it will work better. 🤭
Thank you for giving me so much thoughts! I feel so undeserving. 😊
@anothernicole is right. this is an ingenious poem. The balance is just right. I like that you have all odd numbers except for 2020. Like you’ve accepted it and have moved onto a new part of your life without him—oh crap, I’m crying at my own analysis.
girl if this is your beginner’s luck….. <3 however it came to happen, whatever your intentions originally were, the final product is solid gold. and i think @ally-le 's analysis of the 2020 ending is perfect. too sweet.
ps. my favorite dad joke is:
"yesterday my daughter had the audacity to call me odd. so, of course, i replied: ugh, NOT EVEN." -dad
Very nicely put. I know what it feels like to lose a parent, and it can take many years to normalise their absence. It’s lovely to keep him alive through pieces like this.
This feels so very much like a dad poem (if that makes any sense 😅) It’s fun with title and number theme and full of love. Thank you so much for sharing!
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 12:15 PM
My one and only attempt at being a Fake Poet
(see what y’all did to me?)
An Odd to My Father
by Ms. Rabbit
I am your 1st child
the apple of your eyes
an epitome of daddy’s girl
the child everyone in the family was waiting for
Your grandson was barely 3 months old when you fell sick
He was a cute little baby
who looks nothing like our family
except for the fact that he is a tad too heavy
It was 5 am in the morning when Auntie Rabbit gave me a call
You were in ICU
barely breathing
not doing well at all
I packed my bag immediately and left on the 7th
holding in my tears the whole way through
until I got to see you
and held your hand
You left us on the 9th month of that year
Everyone was shocked and sad to lose you
but could only remember the wonderful person that you were
and vow to never forget you
Love you still,
February 11, 2020
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 12:15 PM
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stpauligurl
February 11, 2020 at 12:30 PM
Awwww @msrabbit – I am so very sorry for your loss. Both my parents are gone and I still miss them every day. He will always be with you.
Sending you many big hugs….
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 1:17 PM
Thank you. I guess we’ll always miss them. 🙂
I am okay. My dad passed away more than 10 years ago. It was hard the first couple years, but I’ve come to accept it.
Eazal
February 11, 2020 at 12:32 PM
Thanks for sharing, this is so beautiful.
You’ve brought tears to my eyes.
I know the feeling.
Sending you hugs.
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 1:18 PM
Thank you! [Hugs back]
another woodalchi nicole recruit
February 11, 2020 at 12:35 PM
Oh! This is wonderful (or should I say “0, this is 1-derful?” too much?). Let me gush about this because I enjoyed it on a couple levels. First off, the story and feeling behind it are so poignant. I felt your love for your dad so clearly. I am so sorry you lost him <3 <3 <3
I love that you're conveying all this with so many small details…a family waiting for a child, the resemblance to the family, an aunt giving the call, the hours, the weight (the numbers). You're building up to a momentous event with these tiny details, and I was struck with how that's a metaphor for life itself.
Then of course there are the numbers in this odd (heh love that btw). Is there a word like "pun" but for numbers? And how did you decide on this approach? were numbers meaningful to your dad? Anyway, I love this aspect of it. I love that this is a story of subtraction, but also there is a lot of addition going on. I also like, whether or not it was intentional, that you end with the 0 in 2020. In contrast to the other numbers: an even number. I went back and forth whether to read it as "zero = nothing" or as "zero = a circle, whole" and then decided it could be both at the same time… I sound like I'm pontificating, don't it? I'm sorry. I'm always too much on accident. But I just keep re-reading this, and I can't stop admiring it!
(also this definitely should not be your one and only attempt at poetry, fake or otherwise. this is great stuff.)
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 1:24 PM
I think you’re giving me too much credit (heh). I am really just a fake poet (probably a bad one at that).
I started with the title. “Odd” is a word play on “Ode”. I was too ashamed to called this an ode. Then I listed the odd numbers and somehow it magically works with my narrative. Beginner’s luck? So, the number 11 is the only intentional odd number here. 2020 was just because this is the year. I guess I should have written this in 2021, it will work better. 🤭
Thank you for giving me so much thoughts! I feel so undeserving. 😊
Ally
February 11, 2020 at 2:25 PM
@anothernicole is right. this is an ingenious poem. The balance is just right. I like that you have all odd numbers except for 2020. Like you’ve accepted it and have moved onto a new part of your life without him—oh crap, I’m crying at my own analysis.
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 2:36 PM
Aww… 😥
another woodalchi nicole recruit
February 12, 2020 at 6:35 AM
girl if this is your beginner’s luck….. <3 however it came to happen, whatever your intentions originally were, the final product is solid gold. and i think @ally-le 's analysis of the 2020 ending is perfect. too sweet.
ps. my favorite dad joke is:
"yesterday my daughter had the audacity to call me odd. so, of course, i replied: ugh, NOT EVEN." -dad
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 12, 2020 at 9:26 AM
😘 Thanks for the joke. My kinda of humor. 😁
Bebe | Nessa❣️
February 11, 2020 at 12:38 PM
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 1:18 PM
Thank you! 😘
rue
February 11, 2020 at 1:04 PM
**Big hug coming your way** ❤
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 1:19 PM
Thank you! [Big hug for you too!] 🤗
Rumi~
February 11, 2020 at 7:36 PM
To more odds & ends & even better days.
.
.
.
I’m sure you’re still his favourite. That kind of love doesn’t fade. He’ll live on in your memories.
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 7:54 PM
😘❤
another woodalchi nicole recruit
February 12, 2020 at 6:36 AM
“odds and ends”
*wild applause*
Rumi~
February 14, 2020 at 1:14 PM
*takes a bow*
pickleddragon
February 11, 2020 at 7:55 PM
Very nicely put. I know what it feels like to lose a parent, and it can take many years to normalise their absence. It’s lovely to keep him alive through pieces like this.
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 11, 2020 at 8:03 PM
Thank you. It’s amazing how much memory of love ones we can hold in our brain and heart. 🙂
Ayan
February 12, 2020 at 5:50 AM
This was lovely to read, thank you for sharing your story. Sending hugs
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 12, 2020 at 9:24 AM
Thank you for reading. ☺
Cori
February 12, 2020 at 7:48 AM
This feels so very much like a dad poem (if that makes any sense 😅) It’s fun with title and number theme and full of love. Thank you so much for sharing!
Ms. Rabbit 🐇
February 12, 2020 at 9:25 AM
Haha. Yes, now that you mentioned it, I see it! But that’s probably just my dominant right brain talking. 😋