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Happy Father's Day to my wonderful dad.
I miss you.
A poem I wrote shortly after he died (2000):
Hands
Your hands have left a memory
Of kindness, warmth, and safety.
Although I know they’re gone now,
Your hands will always be with me.
When a quiet tear streams down my face
I think of your soft hands’ embrace.
When a day I’m down and blue,
I will often think of you-
Holding me, hugging me, setting me free
Of all these emotions empowering me.
I know that you are always here,
Whispering “I love you” in my ear.
I wish so much you didn’t go
But I guess you had to for reasons I do not know.
I miss your hands, dad, wiping a tear
I miss them always holding me near.
I can’t wait till the day I see them once more,
But I know until then my heart will be sore.
Now each of my days I will live for you
Sometimes it’ll be hard, but I can pull through.
When I play the piano or do what you love,
I know you’ll be watching and smiling above.
I miss you.
A poem I wrote shortly after he died (2000):
Hands
Your hands have left a memory
Of kindness, warmth, and safety.
Although I know they’re gone now,
Your hands will always be with me.
When a quiet tear streams down my face
I think of your soft hands’ embrace.
When a day I’m down and blue,
I will often think of you-
Holding me, hugging me, setting me free
Of all these emotions empowering me.
I know that you are always here,
Whispering “I love you” in my ear.
I wish so much you didn’t go
But I guess you had to for reasons I do not know.
I miss your hands, dad, wiping a tear
I miss them always holding me near.
I can’t wait till the day I see them once more,
But I know until then my heart will be sore.
Now each of my days I will live for you
Sometimes it’ll be hard, but I can pull through.
When I play the piano or do what you love,
I know you’ll be watching and smiling above.