There is no easy way to say
my dad taught me everything gentle.
He was an anchor, a slow hum,
the steady whisper of patience
that melts into the sound of water.
From weekends, we learned the art
of coaxing fish from their quiet world,
the weight of silence on the line,
the way sunlight cuts through ripples.
He held every moment like a lantern,
even when life felt like storms
were crashing against my chest.
His hands—calloused, sure, infinite—
were always there to guide my sails.
Yesterday, he slipped behind the horizon,
and I am left with empty hooks,
breadcrumbs of his love scattered
through every inch of who I am.
I will miss him in the sting
of a cast, in the solace of water.
But he is there, beneath the surface,
still teaching me how to carry the weight.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rest in Peace Dad
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Lovely written, my friend.
Thank you for sharing your feedback and support
Lovely wording and metaphors my friend. There is sadness in the bait box and hope on the line. Watch the bobber he will signal you.
Thank You Soren
You are most welcome my friend my thoughts are still with you
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