A Letter To My Dad

Dad it's been twenty years,
since you have been gone now,
whenever I think of you,
the thought brings tears.

There's so much to tell
you I don't know where to begin,
two months after you died,
we had a son, he's so big now, I'm in a spell.

I wanted for you to meet my wife,
in a way you did, only at your funeral,
by then it was to late,
strangers were we, but never any strife.

Between us, there was no hate or any love,
many wasted words had we,
I would like to mention, we have daughter,
and she's sweet as a dove.

Remember the day that you gave me old shep,
he was a very fine dog,
for a long time I had him,
for many years he had a lot of pep.

After nine years, he died too,
seems like everything I love 
dies sooner or later,
and that makes me feel very blue.

You don't realize how much you love
someone, until they're gone,
and then they,
fly away like a dove.

Toward the end, we had some good talks
you told me many things,
I didn't know,
at your farm on our many walks.

You told me how you played ball,
it must have been something,
to have played back then,
my son dad, just like you is very tall.

I have a very happy life,
dad, I wish you could meet
my son and daughter,
also my wife.

Dad it's to bad, I didn't know you better,
too many years were wasted,
and I should have told you , I love you,
so that's the reason for this letter.

wrote 6-18-90
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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September 28, 2008 at 12:02 AM
You know James I never met my father and by the time my life was a a point that I felt worthy of meeting him he was already gone - Its hard to explain but I do miss someone I have never met - god Bless
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