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It’s been almost five years since you’ve been gone
It’s hard to believe it’s really been that long
Memories of you often haunt my mind
As grief can be painful and unkind
Today, I stopped for a visit to your grave alone
And stared at your name, forever etched in stone
My raw emotions are now swirling like a storm
Cutting my heart as if tiny glass shards did form
I was not prepared for your time to abruptly end
You were my biggest support, My Dad and godsend
You entered my life when I was only four years old
That part was kept a secret, until later when I was told
As I sit and hear the birds happily sing on this sad day
And admire the fountain that you loved in every way
I smile as I realize it’s across your stone in plain view
Your peaceful desire to be near the fountain came true
I remember past days of walks and talks with you here
A special place of memories I hold close and dear
Your name is etched in stone and forever in my heart
It’s never easy when a beloved parent must depart
May you rest in peace Dad as you enjoy the view everyday
And I hope and pray to be able to see you again someday
Growing up leaving home ready to start a life of my own getting a new chapter a door opened up a new horizon for me getting a place of my own walls floors a roof over my head but sleeping in this house of my own memories of my family flood my mind reminding me how far I’ve come and how much I’ll miss this family I’ve known for years but I walk new halls ready see my future life take flight I see myself I have a job a kid a husband and heart with more love than one could share with a job in tacked I’m working everyday to keep my family going but sometimes I think back to those times when I was and boy those years were fun but I guess everybody grows just got to be ready
he was like me, once
i saw proof of it
in photo albums
on walls of old apartments
and when he gained weight
and shaved his head
he looked exactly like me
i trace the newly colored pictures
of him standing proudly
in new york city
i know he was suffering
i know what happened then
he must have memories of this
he must remember something
and then there are photos
where he’s a little kid
he looks just like my baby brother
i can’t bear to open
the small black envelopes
i cannot look at his innocent face
and wonder where along the way
it had been broken
Things are not the same
People are out of my frame
Nothing is the same without you
Still, No one is to blame, I feel so...
Time will heal everything,
They say so;
Still we feel like nothing,
Without you
Your memories, like catalyst,
make us smile
and expunge woes, at least
for a while
Like a spritual mentor,
your virtuous words,
guide us through
help confront the world
Being filled with your
sweet memories,
Vanity inside me
becomes bountiful
Doing the tasks
from your bucket list,
The gist of my life, I get
For the rest of my life, I'll never quit
It's been 3years since
You passed away
But memories of you
never fade away
Yes, things are not the same,
People are not in my frame,
But, our love for you,
remains the same
And now I am here to wish you
"Happy Father's day"
I know you hear me, though
you are far away
June 18 2023
Papa, my heart aches for you each day,
And memories of our love never fade away,
Your hugs, your smile, your perfect ways,
Are etched in my heart, and there to stay.
No one can replace you in my life,
You were my everything, my light in strife,
The fact you're gone, it cuts like a knife,
And fills my days with endless strife.
I try to hide my emotions, but it's hard,
Sometimes I feel like just a beggar in this yard,
Dependent on others, who may leave and discard,
But I know I must find strength, and play my card.
Life is a cycle of lessons, bitter and sweet,
It teaches us to be strong and never retreat,
I'll work on myself, and make my life complete,
And make you proud, with each goal I meet.
Though you're not here, your love still thrives,
And through the pain, I'll keep it alive,
I promise to never give up, and always strive,
To honor your memory, and keep it alive.
My eyes still see
as the retinae amassed
the glimpses of you dad
My heart still beats
As it doesn't believe your demise
And always pumps vibes of you dad
My mind still works
As the amygdalae in my brain
recalls the emotional memories of you dad
My lungs still breath
As pulmonary artery carries zephyr
and resonates with you dad
And my lifespan extends
Because my days echo your thoughts
And start living for you too dad
August 19 2021
Father's Day, for you, dear Dad- was long ago;
Although, fond memories of you appear each day-
Together with my prayer that you are proud of me.
How rapidly years drifted by when you were here-
Ending too fast when you were only in your prime.
Remembering you as the very best of dads-
Simply, is my joy and my dear gift to you.
Dad, thank you for the years of your devoted love;
All the sacrifices and great times of joy
You made and gave this daughter- who you loved so much.
May 19, 2021
Yesterday made it a year since you've been gone
My heart still hurts like it happened last week
I remember the good times with a warm smile
Then the reality hits me in the face, it hurts deep
I look around my room at the pieces you left behind
The tall clock that you loved to brag about, that I adore
The painting of the woodsy scene that leads to a beach
Reminds me of our special times together at the coast
A fun day of antiquing with a special seafood lunch
You loved to take me on the scenic ocean drive
We admired all the historic mansions along the way
I wish I could go back in time, and relive that day
I can still remember your voice calling my name
I hope that memory stays strong, never fades
Every room has pieces and memories of you
As I look at them, enjoying them so bittersweetly
DEAR DAD
Here is a poem from you children and wife.
Hoping we can make it without you in our life
Missing you more as the time goes by,
We know you pray for us in your home in the sky.
We think about you often and start to feel sad,
Then we pray and thank God for you dad.
A lot of events are coming up to fast,
Memories of birthdays other things that will last.
Your not with us yes we all know,
But our memories of you will always grow.
We remember the laughter you took away our fears,
We know someday we’ll meet without any tears.
MARTY WEST
each year - a dagger plunges
I shed a sad tear and stare
memories of dad still clear
his voice whispers in my ear
gone to soon - the dagger rips
dad would not want to see gloom
as he waits beyond the moon
hush- dream of a blue lagoon
water, blue - a swan drifts by
surrounded by trees of hue
foliage drips wet with dew
now write, write for me and you
________________________
June 21, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/memories of dad
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1261-909-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
My father died when I was seven.
Like a girl in a museum I'm drawn to his pictures - those inadequate reproductions hypnotize me
What can pictures give? Coal-blue eyes, a knowing look. They exist, for me, like Cassandra of Troy, full of endless secrets that can never be told.
A snowy, ice slickened, twilight-blue rush hour parade - hundreds of grimy cars rushing, rushing ... somewhere.
Why do the details I can't remember haunt me so?
A flash of light, the tearing of metal like the screaming of dogs in a reeling, devouring dance of energy.
The nuclear family detonating with death inches away.
Everyone was asking, "What do you remember?"
"I don't know," 7 year old me said.
Sometimes, as I fall asleep, memories of him - which I hold dear - come to me like the ghosts of departed friends. Image after image in the embracing dark.
Why is it the further away you get, the more I need you?
Those images and that voice are strangely silent in the morning as I'm, once again, awakened to a world I'd rather reassemble.
My heart aches for you more each day
I wish life could have gone another way
I knew you were ill but still holding on
Someday I will accept you are really gone
I stare at your obituary posting and just cry
It was just Christmas and now it’s goodbye
I know you were suffering and now at peace
Saddened our celebrations are forever ceased
I will hold on to my precious memories of you
It’s the only thing to heal my pain that I can do
I hope I will be able to see you again someday
I miss you so much Dad since God took you away
"If I said the word, “day”,
Nothing special you would say
24 hours that we keep,
Just one of seven that make our week
But if you look deep inside,
That’s where dreams reside
And opportunities, and a wish,
Memories of those we miss
If we dress up the day with a word before,
It becomes something special we can’t ignore
A reason for celebration,
Or sincere contemplation
Of its joy or sorrow,
Commemorating today and not tomorrow
Or someone or something,
Well worth honoring
So when I say Fathers Day,
Thoughts and emotions are at play
Remembering fathers and dad’s,
And the impact they had
On you good or bad,
For not all are perfect, it’s sad
The first time to go fishing,
Or to receive the bike you were wishing
The horse rides on their backs,
Or providing the answer when in need of a fact
The patience they displayed,
Baking the cake that you made
All those moments now, that come to mind,
Special to you, your personal gold mine
For the memories you hold,
Are gifts of love to behold
Nurtured from that moment in time,
Just you and your dad, sublime
a million years ago
yet seems like yesterday
memories of a winter cabin
on fresh snowy sundays
dad orchestrating
heavenly aromas
of coffee percolating
and toast on wood stove
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
Also published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SNOW WHITE~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2022
Posted on July 24, 2018
Many are the memories of Hoosier farm life as a lad that I recall.
One was what Dad called 'hog renderin' that occurred every fall.
When he proclaimed the old boar had reached his maximum weight,
That meant for sure that the old feller was soon to meet his fate!.
After Dad did him in, puttin' an end to his squeals,
He was hoisted by block and tackle and strung up by his heels.
Dad wielded his butchers' knife with the deftness of a surgeon's hand,
Carvin' out loins, hams and bacon from our late-departed friend!
Curin' bacon was Dad's specialty in which he took great pride.
He performed secret incantations which he never would confide.
Massagin', injectin' stuff and smokin' them again and again,
To ensure they were suitable for Mom's iron skillet fryin' pan!
After milkin' the cows and sloppin' the hogs at the break of dawn,
I could smell the bacon sizzlin' in the skillet as I walked across the lawn!
Enterin' the house the aroma of the bacon wafted about the place.
Even Dad was so anxious to dine that he waived the prayin' of grace!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired