The speaker here is recalling her father's death. Though at first we might think the event was in the recent past, we find out at the poem's end that the speaker is celebrating her 86th birthday. Some memories stay with us longer than others. The passing of those we love is one of those memories.
Your dad, the angel conversing with you, on what would be your 86th birthday...but alone, except in spirit being with you father who is in heaven.
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The speaker here is recalling her father's death. Though at first we might think the event was in the recent past, we find out at the poem's end that the speaker is celebrating her 86th birthday. Some memories stay with us longer than others. The passing of those we love is one of those memories.
Held within the wonder of your heartfelt words, released through my eyes were the wondrously warmth, regard, and love that still flows between Your Earthly Being and your Dad's Angelic Self … whoever said there's no beauty in sadness, never read this.
Your Dad may be gone, Cheyenne, but he left you so many memories to embrace your heart and keep you feeling loved ⁓ time for another candle.
You made me brim-up … your gentleness shining bright.
Thank you for sharing You and Your Dad! ⁓ Richard 🍃
A sad poem with a hopeful ending. We do miss the people who loved us, had concern for us. Thank you dear Cheyenne for sharing the story. I am a father and I appreciate the words you had written. Thank you for sharing the amazing story and your thoughts.
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I bought my baby girl a special Valentine that says, "Silly jokes, little talks, sharing smiles, me and you. I love us." Every night when she goes to bed she has to have a hug and kiss from me and a pinky forever promise. This was heartwarming.
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