Fathers Kiss

 

Fathers Kisswas written many years ago after my wife and I had gone through a divorce. From this union I have three very wonderful kids Eric, Matt, and Larisa. It was a difficult time in all of our lives and I probably did not make it any easier in deciding to move out of the state of South Dakota back to my birth state of Colorado. Looking back on those days, of course, in hindsight, I would have handled things differently than I did at the time, but at the time I thought it was the best for all involved. Right or wrong the separation in miles created hurt feelings and even to this day, many years later they raise their ugly head from time to time. During that time my love for my children never faltered and the poem below and a few others came out of those stressful days.

“Fathers Kiss”
When the stars shine bright and the wind is at its peak,
Let it blow through your hair and onto your cheek.
The breeze has a message for you to hear,
Not for a minute or a day, but year after year.
Over the mountains, over the creek,
Only for my daughter Larisa will the message seek.
You must believe and close your eyes,
Spread out your arms and face the sky.
Slowly turn in the midnight wind,
You will hear and feel it gather in.
Over the miles of prairie and grass,
A Father’s love for you will begin to mass.
Every minute of every day, I send a Father’s love to you,
Close your eyes, face the sky and you will feel them too.
Miles are great, it is my Daughter I miss,
Until I see you again, let the midnight wind be a Father’s kiss.
By Kurt James

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The rugged beauty of the Colorado Rockies foothills shaped Kurt James’ life from birth, with the ever-present sight of snow-capped peaks and the constant whisper of the wind. Having spent twenty years amidst the wide-open spaces of South Dakota, Kurt’s connection to his family’s western Kansas heritage remains strong; he recalls the tallgrass prairie and the endless blue skies. Over time, Mr. James developed a deep appreciation for the landscapes and history of the American West, spending countless hours exploring its rugged beauty and studying its unique culture. The Denver Post, PM Magazine, and 9NEWS, all well-known Denver, Colorado media sources, have highlighted the powerful and evocative work of poet and novelist Kurt James. Focusing on Old West history, Kurt contributes feature articles to HubPages and Creative Exiles, exploring the eerie silence of ghost towns, the thrilling tales of outlaws and gunfighters, and the evocative imagery found in the Rocky Mountains. Kurt’s early admiration for writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour, and Max Brand played a significant role in honing his skills as a storyteller. Twenty-one books (and counting!) transport readers to the Colorado Rockies and the Old West through Kurt’s vivid descriptions; the feel of rough-hewn cabins, the sounds of coyotes howling under starry skies, and the smells of campfire smoke and sagebrush are all palpable. Find Kurt James novels, short stories, reference books, and poetry—published by Midnight Wind Publishing—in print copies or digital downloads at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other excellent bookstores; explore the diverse range of formats available. Currently in production - The 10th book in his Rocky Mountain Series - Lee Moomaw Former Lawman. Kurt is a proud member of the Western Writers of America, a group that values storytelling.

12 thoughts on “Fathers Kiss

  • April 7, 2017 at 8:54 PM
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    A lovely verse to your beloved daughter, Kurt. I bet she still and always will treasure it. Very nicely penned showing such beauty of your love for her.

  • April 8, 2017 at 1:04 AM
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    Ah! How I have missed reading your poetries! Give me a day or two and I will get back to the poems that I have missed. Perhaps this Sunday.

    A very loving poem filled with inexplicable emotions … charm … innocence …! You have a golden heart, my Dear Kurt. Treasure this! Agreed, recapitulating the past can be tough sometimes, especially when the roses seem dried out. But its fragrance still lingers on even in the darkest of times. Every pain and every juncture of life teaches us to stay calm … like a peaceful river flowing in the garden of a bard. Everything that happens, happens for the good. Everything that is happening, is happening for the good. And everything that will happen, will also happen for the good only. A ‘Zen’ mind remains unperturbed even in the trials and tribulations. Remain the way you are, Dear One. You have a lot to offer to the world through your soulful poetries.

    It requires inner-warmth and gentleness to pen down those thoughts that you have up there for your daughter. I am sure she loves you as much as you love her. Thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs!

    • April 8, 2017 at 5:57 AM
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      Surabhi you are like an angel to me, either you make me smile or feel good by reading your very thoughtful and thought provoking poetry or you leave a comment on one of mine such as the one above. I must be doing something correct in my life to have a friend such as yourself. Once again you have made my day. Thank you for stopping by.

  • April 8, 2017 at 1:50 AM
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    Nicely emotive and heart-felt in that position of being parted from one’s children. Divorces are never good, and we all learn from our mistakes . No-one said life would be easy, and that’s certainly true. great work Kurt.

  • April 8, 2017 at 5:58 AM
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    I am the one Tony when they said “life is not easy” was written about. Thank you for stopping by.

    • April 8, 2017 at 12:05 PM
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      Always look forward to hearing from you John and thank you for stopping by.

  • April 8, 2017 at 12:06 PM
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    So emotive Kurt, the wind blows that kiss from sadness and transforms to happiness upon receipt. Divorce is ugly, there is no other way to describe it. So many suffer. Time will heal my friend, you keep sending out those Kisses, rest assured they will find their way. ~Paul

  • April 8, 2017 at 12:06 PM
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    Much thanks Ralph, nice to know a respected poet as yourself found what I was trying to express…

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