i am father

and my father was father before me

we are form

almost unified shape

tied by familial genetics,

i am here

my father gone

bond unbroken love unbound

memory and cohesion

i have many of his traits,

i am here

and he still is

of the dust of the wind

yet at my side

that rub of ache in the forehead

as his thoughts and mine collide,

i have voice

my children hear

i make it apparent

as i heard my father,

despite long hours of work

his words i could hold

and made me smile

a child growing taught what is right

molded by nurturing consideration,

i am love

to my children

as he to me

never too old to embrace

and accept eternal bond

now without him

i will carry on

and my sons

as fathers will

fathers day , memory, love

Ivan Hare 18/06/27-09/01/13

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Comments
  1. Marso says:

    Your remembrance gives me tender pause. . . oh, my. . . my own beloved father, now with me only in the ways you describe. Your post is a gift to all who pause tenderly to remember.

  2. This is a lovely tribute, and the fact that he is always with you, is one i can share.

  3. slpmartin says:

    A fine remembrance poem.

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