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My Son

As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.

Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.

But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.

Copyright © JP Hugo

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How sad it is, unbelievable but true
Yes, heroes too do die
Its true death is a reality
Since birth marks the beginning of a man
So death comes to end the existence of man

Unbelievable but true
Death is a reality though hard to accept
We say why him? We are correct to ask many questions
The simple answer is yes, heroes too do die
Yes, I know you will say not in this manner
But I tell you; heroes always go beyond our expectations
Like every other hero he was extra-ordinary in all aspects
Thus, the news of a fallen hero
How thunderous it sounds
Oh! What a great lost to our nation and future generations
We now live in total regrets and desolation
For one we once loved so much is no more
To this end, we say to God be the Glory.
Daddy, may your peaceful and gentle soul Rest in Perfect Peace. 

Copyright © Tangwa Livinus Acha

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Daddie, Dadi, Dad-dy

It was just around mid-morning
I recall exactly what I was doing
The feeling felt all too familiar
The vibe was peculiar
I had that unmistakable hunch
I guessed what was nigh, the crunch
My phone rang, not once but twice
I was tempted to let it beep thrice
But nay, not on this day, not today
The news that came crushed my Sunday
Dad had passed on, Dad was no more
I cried not but my heart tore and felt sore
My life had instantaneously changed
A novel void had just been created
Mum would be all alone
Save for six sons loving her to the bone
We will not despair but hang together
Duty bound to take care of our mother

It’s a sad sight to see the family deteriorate
But dad's life gave us something to emulate
He granted us, his children a chance in life
He always was very faithful to one wife
He taught us well till the age of seventy three
Now who will be the new root for our family tree?
We have uncles and aunts, cousins and nieces
But no one to properly anchor the jumbled pieces
Without him, we are but lost and fragmented
We are like a team dismayed and all so disjointed
We’re gradually losing a generation
That’s why I cry for my true champion
My hero, my idol, role model, my icon
Dad, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do
Just to spend another day with you

Copyright © John Pen

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In your frailty I felt your spirit touch
reaching from a quiet somber heart 
to give it's love 
unrestrained in peaceful gesture
as if to say that nothing mattered more
than having us together 
remembered here this special day

Copyright © Jeff Burris

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Ode to my dad

 Ode to my dad

Your love sheltered us when we were small

Your love got tough as we grew tall

Your love stretched wide as we got older

Your love never faded as we got bolder

You’ve now passed on to the after life

Your love still shields us from all

Hurt, harm and strife


Copyright © Adrienne Gresham

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How could you pass by so eccentrically!
Didn’t you see me for even an instant?
Wearing the same evening gown you walked,
Adjacent to the car I was stuck!

I couldn’t believe my eyes,
How could it really be?
You were so apathetic, 
You seemed walking to your own,
As if, it were a walk to the Moon!
No stop over, no curve, no care for to and fro, 
It seemed like a goal was set fixed for you!
Just splashed once, and then walked straight in the rain.

Dad, you passed away ten years ago
No, it can neither be you, nor your shadow!
Dad, was it really you, or my imagination?
I called you back, but you were never seen again.
Still on my way the same daily,
I look for you again and again keenly
I don’t see you, neither your moon-walk,
Are you okay with your own, wherever you are?

Dad, its poor me, your forlorn daughter,
Don’t be so firm, please response ever!
From wherever you are! Just send me a smiley face once,
It will console my compassion, I’ll stay contented forever.

Copyright © Tasmina Hayat Khan

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Tribute to my Dad

broken bones
skinned knees
it was you

wondering where I am
was I okay
it was you

when I fell apart
from a broken heart
it was you

tasting my tears
facing my fears
it was you

sharing my pain 
from far away
it was you

happy in love
sharing my joy
it was you

weary and tired
from illness and pain
now it is me

holding your hand
in your last days
it is me

laying you to rest
saying farewell to the best
it is me

thanks Dad
I love you
I miss you

Copyright © TuLisha Blackshear

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Miss You

I lost my Dad way to soon, but when would the time be right..
I lost my dear sister too, but maybe now they are in each others sight..
Life passes by so fast and we tend to take things for granted...
We hold on to the memories and the new seeds we have planted..
I do my best to fill in the gaps, but I still miss watching my dad nap..
I'm the one they seem to look too, they hold me so high I hope I can do..
So as I lay my tired head to rest, I hope they look down and know I'm 
doing my best...For another day will start and on each shoulder I 
shall hold their hearts.....

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

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Ode to Dad

Without a word it crushed him;
down he went and died.
A lifetime of growing
gone in the blink of an eye.

It is taken but not returned;
like you are a part, not a whole.
One day the sense will come;
until then all I can do is cry.

Copyright © Cat Weazle