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
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.
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This is a lovely tribute, and the fact that he is always with you, is one i can share.
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Thank you been a bit down but perking up a bit now, i find writing about him helps
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A fine remembrance poem.
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sometimes the words are there to convey
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