Rum and maple comes to mind <br />Your unlit pipe dusted and memorialized <br />Warm brown eyes filled with love <br />Your photograph against my wall <br />A rosary its decoration <br />Your voice a smooth lullaby <br />Plays clearly in my mind <br />Your music fills my soul <br />I remember how you sang <br />I was so young <br />Suddenly <br />I am a little girl again <br />I remember your tickly moustache <br />The laughlines that I loved <br />I sigh as I sit here missing you <br />For now I am older <br />Wiser <br />I now recall the sadness <br />hidden in your smile <br />As I strummed my guitar <br />Your tired mind <br />Your ravaged soul <br />But I was so young <br />I never saw <br />The worries that stopped your heart <br />That ravaged you slowly <br />But still you said you were fine <br />As long as we needed you <br />You were content <br />Do you remember reading to me? <br />Your Wilbur Smith novels that you loved <br />Resides safely in my bookshelf <br />I sometimes take them out and hold them close <br />The smell of old musty paper somehow <br />reminding me of childhood days <br />Reading, but not understanding <br />The complicated words no child could understand <br />But I wanted to know what my daddy knew <br />Like a sponge I soaked up your love <br />Your music <br />Your character <br />And now I am like you <br />But stronger <br />You taught me to be unique <br />Like you <br />Where are you, daddy? <br />I wonder if you have conversations <br />with God <br />Whether you look down and smile <br />Or sometimes wipe a tear from your eye... <br />Today I celebrate your life <br />I love you daddy and always will <br />I miss you and wish you were here still <br />Your influence was great <br />Our father, <br />Our Hero <br />Our martyr...<br /><br />chantelle ribeiro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-father-s-day-poem-3/
