My Father Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
My Father
(‘Gab, ' died of cancer, May 10th 1978)
Died long ago
Still freshly missed
Grief unrelenting and brutal
Father, my bright star.
Never questioned nor doubted
Raised hand to strike me
Always guiding with a smile
Giving love and support.
Spoke best of folk
Worked long hours raising two sons
Earning daily bread with gratitude
Life weary, hard and grim.
Never understood his eminence
Nor how much I loved him
Until coffin dead
Now, with every heartbeat I miss him.
brilliant Colin for this nice attribute, bless you, you are loyalty and sincerely person, even after so long you haven't forgotten your dear father...10++for this amazing piece of work
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5/5/2024 10:52:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It doesn’t matter how much time has elapsed..the love we feel for a lost parent never diminishes..in fact in many cases it seems to increase..maybe because as we grow older we become them and we seem to be able to understand and empathise with them even more. Beautiful tribute Colin. Lodigiana x