My Father-Waters

by Dawn
(uk)

I have a crystal image in my mind of you,
So clear and fresh nothing stops my view,
And as I think of you my tears they start to show,
Like a silent trickling water overflow,
I then just like fish underwater gasp for air,
When I realise that you are no longer there,
The gentle and soft circling current that swirls about,
That's my memories and thoughts of you without a doubt,
And those crashing little rocks beneath the tide,
Are my hurt and my temper I can-not hide,
But when the waters just seem to slowly float away,
I take comfort in knowing that we will meet again one day.
Written by dawn 06/03/2011

You will always be near-my dad

by dawn
(england)

Do you watch over me when i am asleep?
Can you hear me when i weep?
Are you with me when i stare at your photo?
I hope so,
Do you hear me when i whisper your name?
Is it you that heals my pain?
What about when the wind blows and dries away a tear?
Or when i am scared is it you that makes all this disappear?
The warmth that surrounds me when i am feeling blue,
Could that be you?
When i am sat in silence can you see?
Of-course you can because you are part of me.

poem for a deceased father

by Annette Hertzler
(Farmville, VA)

I wrote this soon after my dad died. He would sit on a certain chair in the living room. We missed him sitting there.

The Empty Chair

I wish you were there
In that empty chair
With your snow white hair
Just sitting there~

I wish you were there
To show you we care
It's too hard to bear
You're just not there~

Instead, you're with Him
And your eyes aren't dim
And you're sound in limb
And I know it's a whim~

But, I wish you were there
In that empty chair
With your snow white hair
Just sitting there~

I wish you were there
In that empty chair...

"Daddy's Universe"

by Sue Struchen
(Cedar Rapids IA)

This poem is dedicated to my father, Keith Frommelt, who died from liver cancer on 8/21/2010:

I could build you a universe-
My grief is that big

Cities filled with monuments to loss and regret
Worlds of hurt, endless fields of "if-onlys"
Tributaries of tears flowing into oceans
Galaxies of stars for ungranted wishes
(And always a full moon to howl to)

But then I think...

What use would you have for such a place?
You who have all of heaven before you
What need would you have for a place where you would never choose to live or visit-
Much less have it bear your name?

I can hear you now:
"God, what a depressing dump!"

And so, I'll think on a new design-
Something that would suit you better
Warm and charming and fun
Even if the stones and trees sometimes weep in memory
Even if the sun doesn't always shine as bright as it could

Yeah, I think I can work on that...

Not today
Not even soon
But, someday

Someday, I'll build you a lovely place where you can rest
A little universe of your own-
Right in the middle of my heart
And I will visit you there all the time

And we'll be at peace, we two
Finally and forever

My Father - Emotional Surroundings

Raindrops are my tears of sadness now you are gone,
Thunder is my temper and i feel strong,
Lightening is my pain of hurt,
Snow is the softness of your comfort,
Hailstone`s is a rocky day,
Wind is your presence that blows my way,
Puddles i want to see your reflection in,
Half moon is when i see your funny grin,
Sunset i feel your warm embrace,
Dull days are a disgrace,
Foggy weather is my darkest one,
Cause those are the days when i feel numb,
Shooting stars i wish are you,
Showing others your character too,
Storms are the worst for me,
Thats all my emotions you see!
Sunny days are the best,
Cause they are of you and they beat the rest.

My Dad- I have

by Dawn
(England)

I have
I have cried on my pillow nearly every night,
I have even watched the darkness turn in-to light,
I have closed my eyes to picture you,
I have felt the hurt and torture too,
I have cursed and wanted to blame some-one,
I have whispered your name and you didn’t come,
I have clutched my stomach and grasped my head,
I have fallen to the floor when those dreadful words were said,
I have been through so much and the rest is still to follow,
I have been lost for words to say and many tears I’ve had to swallow,
I have searched for reasons why over thought and wore out my brain,
I have come to the conclusion you grew tired from too much pain.

Our Dad - Everlasting Love

by dawn
(uk)

A year has gone by and the hurt and pain still lingers,
Its hard to let you go even though you have slipped through our fingers,
Somedays reality hits hard and it feels like we are dreaming,
But then we remember that day...
When the world felt like it had no meaning,
From then on we have walked a road where rocks have blocked our paths,
We've stumbled along with broken hearts and tears replaced our laughs,
Now whats left behind is five lost kids since you were taken up above,
But here on earth your memory lives on ....
In our everlasting love...

My Father -Picture Of You

by dawn

I have a special picture of you in a frame,
It is not placed amongst the rest this one sits inside my brain,
I can view it when i want and all the time,
Wherever i am cause this ones mine,
Its a thousand images but remains as one,
A few are sad and many are fun,
No-one can see them only me,
They are locked away in my memory,
I will have this as a special keepsake,
It cannot be touched and the frame will not break,
The frame you sit in is a gift from above,
Cause it is surrounded with thoughts and full of love,
I am adding new photo`s everyday,
They are priceless to me and can`t be taken away,
If i flicker through them when i am feeling blue,
They bring a smile to my face thats my gift from you.

Dear Dad John Macintyre

by Pat
(Birmingham England)

With every cheer at a football game I remember you.
With every chime on news at ten I remember you.
With every sip of a cup of tea I remember you.
With every piece of toast I butter I remember you.
With every piece of sound advice I remember you.
with every dancing step I see I remember you.
With every smile that lights a room I remember you.
With every laugh that reaches my ear I remember you.

With every waking day I remember you.
With every midday sun I remember you.
with every night that comes around I remember you.
With every breath I take I remember you.

You are always in my heart and my mind.
Good night God bless.

To Daddy

by Jeanne Fiedler
(Washington Twp., NJ )

Tall and dark
Familiar one
Laughter and
Kindness
Meek
And Strong
He got
Blown over
At the age of 47
His compassion
Couldn't stand
Its ground
He was
Tired
But
Much
Loved
Grew up
Fast
Millions of
Friends
but worked
too hard
Blown off
By the
World
He gave too
Much and got
Much less
In return...



This about my father, who died when I was fourteen, at
age 47. It was on Halloween morning, I'll never forget
it. I loved him and still miss him. He taught me so
much in the short amount of years I knew him. He was
too good, and good people die young. It's still hard
for me to express this loss, because I was so traumatized.