Loss of Father Poem

I wrote this poem just a month after daddy died. He was a very special man and I loved him so much. I am the third daughter of four. I felt left out by everyone but daddy and he made me feel special in so many ways. It was like he knew how I felt and had to make up for it. I had and always will look up to him as a great daddy.

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It will be 10 years next month that I lost my Dad. I was the middle of the three girls he had. I wasn't his oldest and I wasn't his baby, but he counted on me when I grew up. He knew he could...

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I Called You Dad

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Published: May 2011

It was a month ago on a warm spring day,
When you said "Goodbye Sugar" then slowly slipped away.
A giant of a man to which no one could compare,
Handsome and tall with silver gray hair.
No one can deny, you were one of a kind,
That gentle sweet man and daddy of mine.
They say time eases grief but it's simply not true,
For time only brings sweet memories of you.
My eyes yearn for that face I will no longer see,
My heart breaks for your presence that will no longer be.
You gave me values, the kind money cannot buy,
You gave me love and kindness when even I wondered why.
You had a heart as big as a mountain and shoulders broad and strong,
So many times I leaned on you when life did me wrong.
Somehow I know in God's Great Plan,
He's made a special place for such a great man.
For if anyone deserves God's loving grace,
When life is over and he's run his race,
It's you, Daddy, so rest well your reward is near,
Your long hours of suffering are over down here.
Mine are just beginning for my heart is heavy still,
For that special pair of shoes no one will ever fill.
The greatest fortune any woman has ever had,
Is held by me, 'cause I called you DAD.

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  • Gloria by Gloria
  • 3 years ago

It will be 10 years next month that I lost my Dad. I was the middle of the three girls he had. I wasn't his oldest and I wasn't his baby, but he counted on me when I grew up. He knew he could rely on me but still I didn't get the things my other sisters did. When I got older, he would do all kinds of things for me and tell me, "Don't tell your brothers and sisters." But I cooked, baked, and cleaned for him, and in the end I took care of him. Instead of him calling for his oldest, he called for me. I was there holding his hand and I knew when he was taking his last breaths. I was always there for him, and he was always there for me. I miss him terribly, but he came to me in a dream and he looks like he is 25 again and not as grumpy. He is happy and content. I told him not to worry about the little sins he did. I knew he would go with my mother. Anyway, I love your poem. It was beautiful.

  • Virginia  Wesson by Virginia Wesson Poet
  • 10 years ago

I loved my Dad so much. He gave me love, a Christian upbringing, financial help when my first husband left me and my children. He loved me and in so many ways let me know it. God bless him and mother and may they forever rest in peace. I'll see you both again in the near future.

  • Virginia  Wesson by Virginia Wesson Poet
  • 10 years ago

I loved my dad so very much. He did many special things for me. My husband left me and Daddy was always there to pick up the pieces. He gave me love. He gave me his heart. He gave me financial help when I was put in the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. Daddy was always there for me and my family. Surely one in a million. I just can't wait to see you again.

  • Wendy by Wendy, United Kingdom
  • 10 years ago

My Dad has just recently passed away and I'm searching for ideas on writing a suitable poem for his funeral, I've never been noted for my poetry. This poem is fantastic, I've been crying since reading it and wanted to let you know how lovely it is. I loved my 'daddio' so much that no words seem adequate, but I will be adapting this to suit my Dad. Thank you.

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