To my sister and I
You were our dad
Too young were we to know
You were the best friend we had
But to all who knew you well
You were known as Wes
It took all our lives to learn
You were the very best
There are those who live without regrets
But in one truth you can trust
The older we get we learn
Regrets live in all of us
If I could turn back
The pages of time
I’d go back to my youth
To treasured memories of mine
I’d see you in a new light
You were a bright shining star
I’d have realized then
Just how special you are
A father’s love in disguise
All the things you did for us
Rest assured the truth we now know
Not lost to rust
But all I can do now
Now that you’re gone
Is to tell you how proud I am
To be your only son
So, I thank you dad
For all you are to me
My eyes now wide open
The best dad ever I now see
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A sensitive write AP.
Yes it is Orchi, I miss both my parents very much. But my dad and I had issues when I was younger, most of which was my own fault. But fortunately, we made our peace in the last few years of his life. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Good wishes to you AP.
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I can feel every bit of your heart in this and I remember it was the last day of December when he went up there it doesn't matter how many years passes we still miss them, but each year gets less traumatic and we can actually write about how much we loved them as you have done here today. He would be so proud of you A.P ā¤ļø
That was what I wanted my whole life was for him to be proud of me. But I didn't exactly make it easy for him. I believe now all is well. š
for once, I find my self agreeing with the Guinea pig .. I am also glad to learn that whatever issues you may once have had (dont we all) that you managed to make up and any rifts sound as if they are well healed and the scars are nigh on invisible .. I can honestly say with my hand on my heart, if I had favourwrites, this would be one of em .. Good on ya AP .. Neville
Yes, N all wounds healed. Thank you Sir N, š
Hi! Thank you for sharing your poem. It's great Job. And Happy birthday to you!
Thanks Kinsley, but my birthday is December 11. šÆļø67 candles to blow out. š¤
Oh! I C. Thank you for your updates.
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Very relatable and inspiring! Over the years stumbling and bungling to learn that a hardened heart does not a situation mend or a relationship restore. Glad to see personal experiences reflected in the work of others.TFS.
Thank you crypticbard, these days I'm all about hindsight. I see the past differently now than I did when I was much younger. But, that's life I guess.
That is quite a storehouse and fodder for writing āš»! Iām currently drawing from both wells in either direction šŖ£ šŖ£
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