On this day thirty years ago
My Dad left my life,
The man that I have become,
I see him so often in me.
So not only has my love for music,
And love for nature,
Come from this person,
I am changing into him,
I am becoming my Dad,
A man I had always admired.
A gentle man,
And a gentleman.
I know he will be there
Waiting for me to come to him.
I will be with him one day
And together we can sit and listen to music,
Listen to and listen with our heroes of music.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: September 9th, 2025 01:00
- Comment from author about the poem: My Dad died on this day 9th September 1995, he was two months short of his seventieth birthday. He was a true gentleman and gave me a wonderful upbringing, my love of music came from him and we would sit for hours listening to music. The piece on the video is Dvorak's Symphony Number 9, "From the New World", it was one of his favourite pieces and whenever I hear it he is with me.
- Category: special-occasion
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