Dad

Hello Friends,

Today's poem is an old one. Some 27 years old infact. I lost my Dad at the tender age of 19 and the impact on my life was profound. I wrote this in the ensuing months, as I struggled through my grief. 

Dad

Skipping beside you

I was in awe

Could never find

No crack nor flaw

My one perfect giant

Towering and strong

A Loving father

In my hearts song

But life was cruel

And I could not see

The twisted turns

In-store for me

You tried to teach

Worked so hard

But life dealt us

The cruelest card

It took you away

Before I was grown

In one sad day

I felt so alone

I couldn’t conceive

In my grieving mind

Your dying thoughts

When left behind

Then my eyes cleared

Seeing through the mist

That leaving me then

Was never your wish

It pains my soul

That you’ll never see

With all you flaws

You were perfect to me.

By Helen Stallard

March 14, 2014