Jean Murray Poet Elegy

Dad

I love my Dad although he's dead.
That matters not, he's in my head.
The things he said.

I seemed to grab his full attention.
From the moment of conception.

Perhaps because I almost died.
Along with mother, while still inside.

Could it be because of me
being such a little cutie?

We share so many common traits.
Music...wit..was it just fate?

I feel him with me, vibrations strong.
Encouraging, enabling, leading me on.

To be the best that I can be.
Not held back, set free.

I am so blessed to come from you.
Thank you Dad, I love you too.x

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Kevin Shaw August 11, 2018 at 3:41 PM Found one of your older ones lurking within the margins of Poetry Soup. What a lovely tribute and so nicely written, so pleased I came across this one, regards, Kevin xx Jean Murray August 11, 2018 at 3:54 PM Hi Kevin! I'm on the margins of Poetry Soup for a long time now myself. I just can't seem to get back into the swing. I'm hoping the darker evenings will encourage me to focus more. So kind of you to comment on this one this evening. It's my birthday tomorrow and he has been on my mind.

Just James May 23, 2016 at 7:31 AM Wonderful...! Jean Murray May 23, 2016 at 7:45 AM Thank you James.

Jan Allison November 11, 2015 at 3:43 PM Gosh having read your comments to Silent one this tribute is even more remarkable:-) hugs Jan xx Jean Murray November 11, 2015 at 4:48 PM We seven children were party to their to their terrible fights. There was always drama. Still, in their own way, they did their best. Both with amazing strong characters clashing like the titans. Daddy often said "Fighting cats have kittens." Thank you Jan.