My Dad

My Dad, I miss you every day
every moment you are in my heart.
Your death left me bereft
I never thought we'd be apart.

Your golden smile, your golden mind
a hard-working man who was always kind.
Returned from war
just a young lad
I'll miss you for ever,my darling Dad.

Today the world would drive you nuts.
you gave your best and got rebutts.
But not from me, most precious Dad,
I remember your smile,
and am always glad.

Most precious man who ever walked
upon this earth, and never talked
bad things of anyone.
Strong and upright all your life,
a pity about your evil wife.

A lovely and endearing dad,
you never did a thing that's bad.
You left me with a heart bereft
memories are all that's left.

In my heart and mind you are always there
my life now dedicated to the care
of your last resting place and wife
when you left, you took my life.

Without you I am lost and sad
my gorgeous, lovely golden dad.
If all men on earth could be like you
wars and conflict would be few.

All is left now is your grave
I visit there and am so brave.
Forever and eternity you are here,
in my heart, my daddy dear.



Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2007-03-09 at 23:14

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Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life's evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord's people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father's countenance. Gather up thy feet in the bed; see the waiting bands of spirits! Angeles waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates are open; the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen, adieu, my beloved Dad, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet. (Amazing depth of love and remembrance is depicted in your well written poem of devotion to you Dad)
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