Music With My Dad Again. Poem, by Goldfinch60, at My poetic side

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.

Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: March 23rd, 2026 02:08
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.
Category: Reflection
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