Remembering My Father
I remember the way he looked at me
When there was something that he wanted me to see
And when he spoke I wanted to hear
For his advice was what I heard so clear
The years go by in the blink of an eye
I remember my father with a tear running by
And it’s OK to feel sad in the remembering
For this is a part of what the memories bring.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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