A Fathers Tale

On your knee when I was little with patient ears I’d sit and listen.
To tales and stories that you’d make grow and glisten
With warmth, with love you would deliver tales of long walks by the river.
Of fishing trips and summer days, long dips in warm and subtle waters clear.
Visions like magic you'd make appear.
Those violet woods so carpeted where bluebells stay.
Frozen in memory they dare not sway.
As I grew content,together we’d walk and sit beside those flowers talking though life's fleeting hours.
Without a care, just us two there, as evenings light would burn and fade as the rivers hew would shade.
Regaling times of misspent youth you'd turn and smile and say, this is where I used to play. And now I cast my mind back fondly Dad, back to those days when I was little
Those stories I too can now share, which somehow make me feel that you're still there re spending your warm summer days without a care.

I too have a dad become, Now each knee is taken by a bum.
Those sparkling eyes, content small faces.
As love adorns in all its graces. Now I know just why we share, so we can be remembered when we're not there.

Reviews

[Kaitlyn Black]

This is so wonderful. It reminds me of my fishing trips with my father when I was younger. I hope one day I will be able to create fond memories for my children to enjoy.

[GloriousGuru]

Thank you Kaitlyn, really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. My father is no longer here and I guess I'm still trying to make sense of it all. But I have those wonderful memories that will hopefully stay a lifetime. Thanks again