Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?
This is about me and my dad, having a conversation with him in my head.
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– In Conversation –
Return to me and make me smile
In my mind’s eye, stay a while
Ring your laughter in my ear
Embrace me, say there’s naught to fear
Take me back to childhood days
When all your words were full of praise
Your pride in me was plain to see
The centre of your world was me
The dead can do no wrong, they say
Rest in peace, we hope and pray
Strange it is that now you’ve left
You fill my thoughts, my heart’s bereft
Yet strangely full, I’m not alone
I carry you in every bone
My mortal fibre is borne from you
Wherever you are, think of me too.
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A most poignant poem Freya, full of nostalgia as well as current thoughts. Yes, the dead live with us somehow and I am sure he thinks of you.
Thank you, Gabriella – yes, poignant is the right word.
Yes, I was thinking of my father in similar vein yesterday as it would have been his birthday.
Those anniversaries are tough, aren’t they? Thank yoy for popping in and reading. Best wishes to you.
sounds like you had a wonderful relationship and think we never lose those connections that grew over the years.. love the mortal fibre part esp…
Yes, we did. We were in tune, for sure. I agree, the connections are never lost, physical or otherwise.
i like the carrying on of them in every bone…we do carry bits of them…the ways they touched our lives…and shaped who we became…smiles..
Thank you, Brian. Yes, their influence only grows stronger, I think.
Love how you can carry him with you … and sorrow becomes bearable.. very good tribute… you do this so well
Thank you so much, Bjorn.
Such a poignant write… beautifully written. 🙂
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Thank you, HA 🙂
How I felt this…I miss my dad so much. He passed away five years ago, I think of him everyday.
Isn’t it strange how once they are gone, they become ever more present in our lives? I hope the feelings were good, not too painful.
So touching and I so relate to this. I lost my father 15 years ago and not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Thanks for sharing your dad with us today. I can see how close you two were.
Thank you, Linda. I can’t ever imagine not thinking of him, to be honest. We were close, yes.
Heartfelt, sincere poem filled with loss and yearning.
Thank you, Gay.
A beautiful tribute, I empathize.
Thank you, Anna.
I love that you keep his memories close & warm inside you ~ Lovely share ~
Thank you so much!
Beautifully written piece and yes they do live on it us. I find it funny that I find parts of my dad reflected in me but its comforting too.
Yes, it is a comfort, absolutely. Thank you, Kathryn.
I do think that those who have died can look down and see those who have been left behind. It is obvious your dad meant a lot to you, that you and he were close.
Thank you, Mary. He absolutely did and we were! 🙂
This was lovely. My dad and I are very close too. 🙂 I loved the flow & rhythm of this poem as well.
Thank you, Katie. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Freya, this poem is simply beautiful
Thank you so much, Bryan.
Loving this. Just really, really well done.
Thank you, Shanyn!