Missing Father


The bench where we sat and talked is still there,
and when I am missing you I go sit to weep;
"take care of my dad, God," is my prayer,
for he has left for his eternal sleep.

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December 18, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/Missing Father
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1209-857-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Excerpt from my poem, Remembering Father


Submitted to the contest, Arbitrium Divisa 5,
Sponsor, Gregory R. Barden

Second Place

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James Inman

Date: 1/17/2020 5:34:00 PM

What a sweet and lovely write.

Constance La France
Date: 1/18/2020 5:18:00 PM

James, thanks for visiting and for the compliment ~

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 1/14/2020 2:56:00 PM

A heartfelt tribute Constance. I'm sorry for your loss. Congratulations on your wonderful second place win. xxoo

Constance La France
Date: 1/14/2020 2:58:00 PM

Connie, thank you for the comment, compliment and congratulations!

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 12/19/2019 1:08:00 AM

This is lovely, Constance ... I lost my dad the 27th of October, and I still expect him to come home ... I heard him clear his throat the other night and went out into the hall - nothing there, until my mom stuck her head from the kitchen, "Was that you? It sounded like your father" she asked, I told her I had not made a sound, but that I'd heard it, too, quite clearly. Even stranger things have happened, (with his ashes). I'm really NOT getting my head around him being gone. Thanks for sharing.

Constance La France
Date: 12/19/2019 5:06:00 PM

Greg, I know what you mean, after my Dad passed away, I saw him everywhere, heard his voice and felt his hand stroking my hair, he still comes sometimes... I know some may not understand this but I know you will ~