Father Poem by Paul Reed

The pictures of you are few now
Scattered here and there
Fading, black to grey

Fragments of your old papers
Kept in boxes
Will be lost along the way;

But you are not a distant memory
Although gone for so long
You are still alive and real in me

Guiding me gently
Reviving past glories
Reminding me how it used to be;

And when I am in trouble
You come to my side
Father helping son

And the answer becomes clear
As it always does
'What would you have done? '