Kate Mcnaughton Poet I do not know?

Did He Whisper To You Today

Did you feel the light breeze just now 
Just at the back of your neck
Did you hear him whisper today 
 
Did you think of him today
when you touched something that was his
Did you hear him whisper today
 
Did you do something today
That made you think of him
Did you hear him whisper today
 
Did you laugh today and think of him
was he there guiding you when you worked
Did you hear him whisper today
 
Did you speak to your child today
the way he spoke to you
Did you hear him whisper today 
 
                                      For my dad. By Kate Mcnaughton

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Paul Callus May 7, 2014 at 5:16 AM I so very much love this poem; heartfelt in a feel good way; shows the bond that stays there all the way to eternity. Special last stanza...:) // paul

Sidney Hall Mad Poet August 31, 2011 at 6:56 PM I love your poems Kate they are warm and cozy some made me feel sad but others make you remember how special one's son or daughter is. Than you for this feeling.

Brian Strand October 19, 2009 at 8:10 AM Like the kyrielle style here Kate.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments and kind words today

Dean Masciarelli October 12, 2009 at 8:52 AM Good morning Kate this touched me in more ways then you can imagine,My Father has been gone for almost twenty years now,but every now and then in the silence of my own home I can still hear my Father calling out my name in a soft spoken whisper.I just wrote a poem about him yesterday called(The night that my Father died)We had a true bond in life and also after he died.God bless you and thank you for sharing this wonderful write with all of us, Dean

John Freeman October 1, 2009 at 9:56 AM Beautiful poem, but I must admit, my envisage, was of God the father, waching over us as your poem progressed. Lovely poem, Sincerely Moses

James Fraser September 29, 2009 at 1:12 PM Beautiful poem Kate >> James

Jay Loveless September 29, 2009 at 10:39 AM i like this very much

Danny Nunn September 28, 2009 at 4:04 PM I like this poem, I think I know how you felt when you wrote it, it came from your heart....thanks for your kind words on "Walking Stick" Danny

Kate Mcnaughton September 28, 2009 at 1:40 PM This is for my late father. x