I remember your strong hands and your gentle soul
Your quiet strength and your infinite control
The way you were ready to catch me, should I fall
with no apparent effort at all
the way you would rewind your favourite scene
so it would come to life again on the screen
the heavenly taste of your chocolate cake
that you would always give, and rarely take
the nights we spent on a computer game
the fact, at the root, we are one and the same
the way you would listen as I rattled on…and on
how you chased my tears until they were gone
your easy smile and the deep rumble of your voice
your pride in me and how you would rejoice
in all my achievements, big or small
I remember it, Dad, I remember it all
***
Thanks for indulging me in this. I rarely write poetry, unless I’m forced, but I felt a strong urge to write this. My Dad died ten years ago today and I wanted to shake off the sad a little.
Mel
Heartfelt and touching..my prayers and love ❤
Thank you so much. I’m deeply touched ❤
A beautifully sensitive tribute that makes for a very touching poem full of love. This is definitely a piece to be proud of, Mel.
Thank you. What a lovely thing to say. He was such a wonderful man, so it means a lot that the poem touches on how much he meant to me. He was a gentle giant, and though it’s hard, particularly today, my memories of him are precious.
Memorialising him with words is a beautiful gift to his memory. Your poetic skills are greater than you give yourself credit for 🙂
That means a lot. I am learning, and I find that when I just let things pour out, instead of over-thinking (as I am want to do with poetry), I do a better job. I’m also getting better at planning. I wrote down all the things I loved about him and it helped in more ways than one!
Anyway. Thank you. Not only for your support, but for your kind words.
Absolutely. Just as with any form of writing, it’s simply a case of finding what works for us as individuals and trusting our instincts.
You’re very welcome. It’s a beautiful poem 🙂
A lovely poem with lots of true emotion 🙂
Thanks, Mishka 🙂