Father Poem

My dad was a very powerful influence in my life, and when I think of him I know my life can only get better, he always made us smile even though he ruled with a fist of iron, he did it with love, taught me right from wrong and I miss him daily and this is my way of letting him know how much I loved him xx

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This poem just tells my story. It just bought tears to my eyes. These are my memories. Exactly these. Don't have these anymore. Don't have my father loving me like this anymore. I go to bed...

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Childhood Dreams

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Published: April 2011

do you remember your childhood dreams
summertime excitement and cold ice creams
the glint of sunshine on your hair
as you stood and wanted at the summer fair
coconut shys and lucky dips
sticky fingers and candy floss lips
the flashing lights and thumping beat
your tired eyes and aching feet
your worn out legs so tired and heavy
your daddies arms are strong and steady
he holds you close his voice so clear
his soothing words ring in your ear
place you head upon my chest
his cuddles warm this is the best
this is a memory so strong and clear
a lovely memory of yesteryear

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  • by Feiroz Humayara, Dhaka
  • 5 years ago

This poem just tells my story. It just bought tears to my eyes. These are my memories. Exactly these. Don't have these anymore. Don't have my father loving me like this anymore. I go to bed every night, crying, just or him. Knowing that he doesn't give a damn. I used to call him 'baba'. That is Bangla for father. I love him every second of the day. I wish I could get you back, baba. I love you.

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