F.D.P

Father,

I miss you.

Years have past, and still I think of you every day.

Still hear your words of wisdom in my mind.

Feel your rough hands on my shoulder when you would say “ son it’s gonna be okay”.

See your eyes and the deep fire set within, every time I look in the mirror.

I look at your pictures and just remember, all the times.

I sat with you.

Dad,

I hope you can hear my words as they seep from my soul.

I curse all those who said it was your time to go.

I live by the morals you passed on.

I gave my best to country.

My children are smart and so healthy.

We sit with you often.

Pops,

It hurts so bad to say good bye.

Reviews

[lakaka]

I definitely see the sadness in this, a sort of empty loss that is difficult to define, yet you wrote it out anyway. I think it is awesome that you try to define what it is that hurts, because it is only be identifying a problem that we can somehow find a way to fix it, or at least begin to fix it.

[E. A. Fielder]

I really liked this! I thought the flow was really nice. It sounded almost like a country song in my head.

[LeeLee Ryder]

It sounds like good ole dad was a good one.. Close knitted relationship no doubt...
THESE LINES ARE FANTASTIC :Years have past, and still I think of you every day.
Still hear your words of wisdom in my mind. Feel your rough hands on my shoulder
when you would say " son it's gonna be okay".
See your eyes and the deep fire set within, every time I look in the mirror.

I wrote a poem about my dad in 2001, the year of his death. it's called Daddy's Eyes
I'll send U a read request.. Check it out... I loved my dad even though our relationship
was a little rocky at times ... Once again... F.D.P. WAS OUTSTANDING..
It sure did pull my heartstrings.. Bravo..
Thanks for sharing.. LeeLee