Funeral Dad Poems

In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee,
Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree.
Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose,
My essence endures, as...

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Patriarch, Dwight McIntosh
Friendly and kind, always a smile
Filled with joy, oh my gosh –
Love so alive, love that’s still in style

Patriarch, the man of the...

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A hero to a little boy,
Smartest man in the world, so full of joy.
Big HOUSE! Big beard. Big Family! Big belly!!
“I love you son.” “I...

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January 8 2014
Dad died this morning
Nothing changed
The world didn't stop turning
The sun is still in the sky
The days go just as fast
But dad died this...

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Goodbye daddy 

Dear daddy I hope you can hear this
Part of me really hopes you can
But part of me thinks that you can't 
And then...

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We all saw him seize his mum’s shoulder
And smile but in his heart a boulder
I knew you didn’t catch the second;
I happen to have a...

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He went to war each morn
Armed with thermos and lunch pail
Gearldine wasn’t his firstborn
As a girl – just a tomboy with a pigtail

He knew her...

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We carry Dad in this huge box,
four of us bearing the weight,
that of him, that of the box, this very box,
this weighty combination, a virtual...

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it’s been three months since i’ve lost you-
        i remember all the good times we’ve been through.
in my...

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It was early in the morning 
I saw my neighbour comming out of the car
I asked how his dad is doing and how things are...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Thinly lined eyelids seal the window to his soul.
His cheeks sink in, countenance concealed and dull.
His still lips wrinkle down to a frown, without tone.
With...

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Loveable clowns. Doing tricks. Exciting grownups.
I am four. They terrify me. Their faces looks weird.
I hate their red lips.
Reminds me of blood.
More afraid of them...

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In Truth, He Dies

"Kevin"

Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.

You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
 
But...

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Selfish L. was the meanest most selfish dad I have never met. I met his grandchild who explained his almost always loving father, Little A’s...

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