As I climbed the stairs last night,
Going up to my bed to sleep
The though came to me.
What if one day that climb would take me,
Take me to that place in the new world,
That place where my Dad was.
I would be with him once more
Sitting in the lounge,
A glass of wine by our sides
And we were listening,
Listening to music.
It could be Haydn,
It could be Brubeck,
Whatever it would be
It would be the music,
The music that I listen to,
Music brought to me by him,
Brought to me by my Dad.
He was one of Nature’s gentleman
And showed me the way to go,
The way to go in my life.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I see him,
See him looking back at me,
A man who I treasure,
Treasure in my heart and mind.
One day I will be with him
And our world together
Will be filled,
Filled with music
As mine is due to him.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is true, as I was going upstairs to bed last night the thought of being with my Dad again came over me. When my Dad passed in 1995 he had a card with all the music of Haydn that he had in his collection, it had eight pieces that he had not collected, I filled that collection for him. I still have that card.
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Nicely described!!
Most kind Prachi, thank you.
Andy
A great thought or dream Andy and one that seems quite calming and welcome. Nicely presented here my friend
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
You are always most welcome Andy
a thoughtful beautiful piece
Thank you Norman, much appreciated.
Andy
most welcome
Haydn can be so underrated, just like dads. I was thinking of mine this week and realised the number of opportunities I could have maximised. Good stuff🙏🏻🕊️
So very true Rik, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Most welcome, Andy 🕊️🙏
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