A finger upon your forehead
A whisper..Dad goodbye
Until we meet again
Now I am free to cry.
I was too young
To understand your suffering
You were too young to die
That hospital room still haunts
In my memory
In minds eye.
Sometimes I am sentimental
When I think of you again
But find solace in the thought
You are free of pain.
For I love you more
As the years go by
What more can I say ?
But one thing always remains
Our love grows stronger
Day by day.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
Beautiful, heart rending in the same breath inspiring. Growing and maturing love is the best of its kind! 🙏🏻🕊👍🏻
many thanks
You are most welcome! 🙏🏻🕊️
A touching write of the maturing of love and the missing of their father, beautifully written
thanking you
You are very welcome
Love can grow over the years as our understanding grows as well. A truely sensitive write in such good poetic form
much appreciated thanks
We keep the souls alive of the dead by simply remembering them. Losing a father must be hard. I enjoyed the write a lot.
It's poetic closure.
thanking you
Heart felt message about loss. I am deeply sorry for yours.
thanking you
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