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Father

Contributed by Lone_er on Thursday, 10th April 2003 @ 11:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Father

We use to be so close
Hours spent together- hearts at rest
He would comfort me in gentle arms
While I leaned against his chest

We would wile away the hours
Watching doves as they fly
I would tell him of heartbreaks
See tears forming in his eye

We were so close then
My father and me
Two as one
Happy and carefree

As time went by
I began to grow
Other things caught my interest
Our separation began to grow

I would walk by
See him smiling at me
I would hurry to my friends
Pretending I did not see

Stealing a glimpse as I passed
I could see his shoulders slump
My heart would ache
In my throat a lump

I always thought we had time
With many tomorrows in store
I would send so much time
With the father I adore

Time has a knack
Of quietly slipping away
And so it was with me
Until one October day

His tomorrows ended
Much to my surprise
And all my good intentions
Cannot stem the tears in my eyes

Russ




Copyright © Lone_er ... [ 2003-04-10 23:45:00]
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Re: Father (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th April 2003 @ 09:36:59 AM AEST
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OMG. Thank you. This was just exactly what I needed to read this afternoon. My dad died a little over a year ago and I know EXACTLY how you feel. Read my poem "I thought that it could wait". Thank you again. This really touched me.

sleepless_siren


Re: Father (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Saturday, 12th April 2003 @ 05:16:10 AM AEST
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very good write...I lost my father 11 years ago and you don't think they will leave you so soon.

Sharon




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