Poem: The Date That I Abhor

By Madison S. Hughes (05.30.2009)

Not quite the ides of March,
A day shy of a fortnight before.
Marks the date each year
Of which I abhor.

Unlike Caesar,
Remembered by all.
There was a great man
Unknown after his fall.

Known by few,
And that is too bad.
Greater than many,
He was my Dad.

5 thoughts on “Poem: The Date That I Abhor

  1. I figured I was just barely skimming the surface of what this poem has to offer. I’m glad I ran across you’re blog. I don’t have to agree with you politically to acknowledge you have a way with words. I hope you have very blessed day!

  2. I read this several times yesterday and for some reason I assumed it was your Father’s Birthday…after his death. I don’t know why I assumed this. The poem does not actually say it. So, I figure I’m probably way off course. I write songs and I know that music can touch people in many different ways; sometimes in ways I would have never thought when I wrote the lyric. So the words of your poem made me think of my Dad who turns 80 in September. He is such a wonderful man and I’ve been blessed to have spent so many years with him on this earth. If he was gone, I think the hardest time of each year for me would not be the day of his death…but the day of his birth.

    • Danny Ray,

      It was the date of my fathers death, hence the title, “The Date That I Abhor.” “The ides of March,” is the March 15th, the date of Caesar’s death. A “fortnight” is a period of 14 days, so “A day shy of a fortnight,” is 13 days. So, “Not quite the ides of March, A day shy of a fortnight before,” translates to 15 – 13 = 2. My father died on March 2.

      To be more specific, he died on March 2, 2001. Initially, I thought of his life as being a countdown because of the 3d month, 2d day, 1st year, i.e., 3-2-1, but for reasons I don’t recall, I, instead tied it into the date of Caesar’s death even though my fathers demise was not by murder.

      You are fortunate to have a parent live to such a deep winter of age, as my father passed at 61, and my mother at 22. I can’t say for sure how you will react if you live to see the passing of your father, as for me, its been over ten years, and not a day goes by that he does not cross my mind.

      In Reason,
      Madison

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