Thank You Dad

Thank you Dad:

My father in the eyes of God, helped me for nine years
I remember my bedroom, as young as being in the crib
I remember the toys, the spinning top, and the ball with stars on it
I had a place to visit where I could ride my red tricycle
I was free to be me, as I played with joy!
He taught me how to write the letters of the alphabet
He was a well-known story teller himself
He gave me small special gifts, I held close to me
He even gave me a peacock feather that fell from his peacock
My best friend lived nearby, we ran the fields together, so fun!
His brother was a poet too and his other relative painted like I do
I forgive the abandonment after a crisis happened,
Because, he didn’t stand a chance against the Sands family
Who took me away with all their control, and made me live a lie
But, I will always remember what he told his sister:
That I would be mighty in whatever I do!
He had that confidence in me that no-one else did!
       -  I have held onto that my entire life  -
I wouldn’t trade the first 9 years of time with him for anything!
	          -  Thank you Dad  -

Heidi Sands

1/13/19
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Sheehan Avatar
January 15, 2019 at 3:01 PM
Wonderful tribute to your father. Cherish the memories. Great pen.
Sands Avatar
January 15, 2019 at 3:28 PM
Thank you very much Frank. I appreciate your visit and kind comment! :)
May Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 4:48 AM
Beautiful Heidi!
Sands Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 5:06 AM
Thank you very much Bobby! :)
Wise Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 7:58 PM
Wow! The beginning of this so reminds me of the poem I just posted called "Silence" which you already commented on! Similar feel. This is beautiful. :)
Sands Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 3:45 AM
Thank you Michael! That is an interesting observation with similar feel to it. I appreciate your comment :)
Raven Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 6:10 PM
Hi Heidi, memories of being with a much beloved father. This is such a wonderful Your words paint such a vivid canvas Such joyous words Heidi. Each memory held within a chamber of the heart. Beautiful my friend. Has to be a fave. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs....Mike. XX
Sands Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 6:13 PM
Thank you Mike ! I am happy you consider it a fave. I appreciate your thoughtful comment very much ! :)
Wolf Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:51 PM
I never knew my Dad. So I am glad you did for 9 years at least, Heidi. Always treasure those memories.
Sands Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:57 PM
I am sorry to hear that White Wolf. That is extremely hard not knowing. Yes, I will, thank you. I really appreciate your comment on this. I wish you the best :)
Pandit Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:41 PM
A fond look back to the days spent with a loving father..such a treasure to hold on to those memories.
Sands Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:42 PM
Yes it is. Thank you very much Vijay. Your support is always appreciated! :)
Andresen Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:25 PM
- Lovely written, Heidi ... from your memories and joys - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Sands Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:31 PM
Thank you so much Anne-Lise :) I appreciate your comment. Have a nice day! hugs
Y. Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 1:55 PM
Hi Heidi, It sounds like you have an amazing father. We must not forget the memories made, because it there that we get to see and visit them anytime we wish to! I had an amazing father too. From one daddy's girl to another, you've penned a heartfelt tribute/dedication to your father. Excellent job:-) Alexis
Sands Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 1:56 PM
Alexis, I can't thank you enough for your comment on this. It means a lot to me. I really appreciate it! :)
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