I looked in the mirror
And saw my Dad looking at me,
He had a smile on his face
And thoughts flowed to me
From this man,
This man who gave me so much.
He taught me respect,
Respect in all aspects of life.
He showed me no anger,
As anger does not work in life
Because it is followed by sorrow,
And sorrow was not in his life,
And it is rarely in mine.
Each of his days was a good one
As is every day of my life.
He gave me my love of music
Which has never failed.
He listened to it every day,
As do I.
And I can see him now,
The music on in the lounge,
Sitting in his armchair
And a smile on his face.
He left this earth many years ago
But I know he is there,
Waiting for me,
So that once more we can listen,
Listen to music together.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2023 02:08
- Comment from author about the poem: The piece of music is the one I had played at my Dad's and latterly my Mum's funerals. At Mum's funeral I could see them both dancing in front of me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A sensitive write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
You can beat an egg of course .. and many other things besides ..
But you just can't beat a page filled with love and respect such as you have filled this one sir ... Neville
So kind Neville, thank you.
Andy
worded so accessible
yet meaningfully elegant and just
so beautiful!
thank you for sharing Andy
couldn't help but think of luther vandross'
'dance with my father'
(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4Wcb9SkW7I
)
Thank you so much for your fine comments and link Mek. Such a fine and meaningful song.
Andy
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