He diced with death one summer’s day;
Left all his kids alone to play.
Transformed himself to cold, blue steel,
That dreamy day that seemed surreal.
Loud tears were shed and hearts were torn;
My mum and sisters wept on lawn.
Nostalgically, they did survey
The greenest grass my dad did lay.
From time they put him in the ground
Was silent; I made not one sound.
They told me, “There’s no shame, just weep.”
But all my grief I buried deep
I stowed it, till we'd meet some day
Beyond the Moon and Milky Way.
For then, I’d shake him by the hand
And say, “Dear dad, I understand.”
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2019 12:53
- Comment from author about the poem: for the fatherless and widows
- Category: Family
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Comments3
This is a most beautiful tribute to a Dear Dad and certainly one for bereaved sons & daughters too...
Many thanks, Neville, I appreciate your feedback and kind comments. 😉
my pleasure sir..
Made me feel sad and long for my own Dad who passed away a good few years ago now. A fine tribute.
You will meet one day but he will always be with you.
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