My Dad left us 23.12.03. I will never forget him. I hope that this poem helps others who are suffering.....I do believe that we will meet again.
like I would miss my soap and toothpaste every morn.,
like I would miss the day that I was born....
when he held me in his arms and cried,
(altho' he had 2 other daughters beside)
Me.
My precious Dad, where are you now?
In the earth from whence you came,
you've simply returned there again....
and left me heart-broken and sad
without you, my most darling Dad.
In my heart you live forever,
a wonderful life-giver -
that's what you were,
Iwish my heart could be sure,
that we will meet again,
that's my loving heart's refrain....
Chlildhood days run through my brain,
it's just not fair if we don't meet again.
My life-long love, that's what you are
driving along in your "Consul" car
home you came each night without fail,
now your presence hidden by Death's dark veil.
Give me a sign, my lovely sire,
my brains alive with lonely fire...
so hard and bitter is your loss,
wait for me, "The Gaffer, Boss."
Rest in Peace until I come, my dearest Dad.
Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 22:37
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My Dad again, the lovely LCS.
I miss himlike I would miss my soap and toothpaste every morn.,
like I would miss the day that I was born....
when he held me in his arms and cried,
(altho' he had 2 other daughters beside)
Me.
My precious Dad, where are you now?
In the earth from whence you came,
you've simply returned there again....
and left me heart-broken and sad
without you, my most darling Dad.
In my heart you live forever,
a wonderful life-giver -
that's what you were,
Iwish my heart could be sure,
that we will meet again,
that's my loving heart's refrain....
Chlildhood days run through my brain,
it's just not fair if we don't meet again.
My life-long love, that's what you are
driving along in your "Consul" car
home you came each night without fail,
now your presence hidden by Death's dark veil.
Give me a sign, my lovely sire,
my brains alive with lonely fire...
so hard and bitter is your loss,
wait for me, "The Gaffer, Boss."
Rest in Peace until I come, my dearest Dad.
Poetry by normalil
Read 589 times
Written on 2007-03-21 at 22:37
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