So cherished grow the years
When looked back upon
Little had I known then
How soon they’d be gone
The memories not lived
The dreams not shared
So too the love between us
That was always there
But were I to go back
And relive younger days
To spend more time with you
Somehow, someway
If I could tell my younger self
To look deeper into your eyes
See the love there within
And how hard you tried
To employ your influence
And not be so shy
To excel in sports
Tap into your pride
For I am but a shadow
Of who I wanted to be
To be more like you
The Father of me
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AP, I love this poem. Reminds me of my years as a father of three. I particularly like the last stanza:
For I am but a shadow
Of who I wanted to be
To be more like you
The Father of me
Well written and nostalgic.
Thank you so much. Glad that you could relate. 👍
We all have regrets. But great memories too. As the child or the parent. Lovely lines.
Very true Rozina. Thank you. 😊
When I look in the mirror sometimes I see my father looking at me, the memories of the times we had together were sublime.
Andy
I suspect the same when I look in the mirror too Andy. Thanks 😉
Such sincere and warm words
So beautifully penned dear poet
Thank you, my Dad never knew that I write poetry. But I'm sure he knows now. 😊
Most poets are hidden like pearls in ocean
Often unnoticed by the world
Even by the ocean that nurtures it whole time
So sorry you lost your dad ! He's in a better place, now!
Thank you Devilove, my last words to him were, "We're not going to say good-bye dad, just that we'll see you later, we love you".
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