I sit at the table eating dinner,
Looking up from my plate
I see my wonderful wife.
We smile at each other,
Our never-ending love so secure.
I glance above her to the wall,
Hanging there is a picture,
A photograph of a man,
A man for whom my love has no bounds.
He was there when I came into this world,
He was there all the time.
He showed me the world of music,
That world that is embedded in my soul.
He showed me the world of art.
He advised me gently through all our time together.
A gentle man,
And a gentleman,
His voice never raised in anger.
He was with me always
Up until my forty seventh year,
When he left for Heaven’s Concert Hall.
Now over twenty years later
I can still see him looking at me,
Waiting for me to join him,
Join him in that time,
That time when Dad and I will wander,
Wander around the heavenly jazz clubs
And all those concert halls,
Amongst the wonderful music
And great musicians
That thrilled our lives,
And will thrill us for eternity.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday I commented on Accidental Poet's poem "The Music That Moves My Soul" and mentioned that when we listen to the Celestial Music my greatest pleasure will be be able to be with my father again as we listen. AP said that it sounds as if a write s worthy of this. I have written many about this subject and this is that latest one that I wrote last month. The music is the last tune that was played at my fathers funeral and again several years later at my mothers funeral - it meant a great deal to them, as it does to me. So Accidental Poet, this is for you.
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Lovely write Gold. Oh yes, music in heaven. Pity that I hope to be singing there! I knew I would spoil it. heehee.
A beautiful tribute to your father Goldie. I knew there was a fantastic write of your feelings for your dad. Thank you for mentioning me, but the real credit is to your dad. I've no wish to rush your joining him, but I know when you do, a glorious day it will be. Love the video music and awesome write. ; )
Thank you so much AP, much appreciated. It is OK I don't intend to go yet, I have too many people still to annoy!
You might think you're annoying them, but we all know better. ; )
A tender tribute to a much loved Dad -
- - a lovely read.
Thank you Fay.
A great tribute Andy - I miss my Dad too - where would we be without our Dads?
Where would we be indeed, thank you Michael.
That was well worth reading I really love your poem ... very cool 😎
Thanks for you kind comment WL.
You wrote a wonderful tribute to your dad, Goldfinch! My dad was a musician (not professional, but probably could have been) and whenever he sat down at a piano, people stopped talking. Your poem brought back a lot of memories for me! Thank you!
Thank you Fred, I am glad to have brought back good memories to you.
My dad was an inventor, and he passed that 'curse' on to me ... the curse of the never-resting mind.
This was a splendid tribute to a fine father, Goldie. Congratulations!
Thank you Louis.
Very nice, reminded me of my dad. We miss them terribly.
We sure do, there is rarely a day goes by without him coming into my mind.
Aw, what a beautiful tribute to your father! I loved your poem! Thats great that you got to have such a connection with your father. So lovely!
Thank you Christina, that connection will never fail.
This is a beautiful poem Gold. I really enjoy reading it. Be blessed.
Thank you RR, much appreciated.
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