Happy Father’s Day To My Late Dad
By Larry Linville
Father’s Day has been different
for far too long it seems.
Forty-three years ago he left
as did his many dreams.
My faith has helped me to adjust.
My spirit now is fine.
But father’s day is not the same
my eyes will shed some brine.
My wife’s dad did what he could
which meant so very much.
But I still miss his still small voice
and miss his tender touch.
My kids all call to share their love.
That always feels so good
and I remember him each year
because he understood.
It may seem silly that each year
I am a little sad.
I see his image in my mind
and thank God for my dad.
© Copyright 2008 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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Mine left after my parents divorced, and I didn't see or hear from him again for 15 years. Then, we lost contact again for another 10, but soon lost touch again. Now, no one (not even his mother) knows if he is alive or dead, so in many wats I could relate to the feelings expressed in this poem.
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