In Memory Poem

A poem about a woman who writes about the death of her father. She still sees memories of him everywhere. He left a beautiful legacy behind.

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My father was a very strong willed man. We all loved him a lot. In February he was diagnosed with stage four malignant melanoma brain cancer. He was immediately hospitalized, and two days...

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Thinking Of You


Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.

There are days when I miss you most of all 
Like watching the leaves turn in the fall.
Your smile I see in the mirror every day 
Like father like daughter went a long way.
I miss your laughter when I watch the old show we enjoyed,
And I hear your laughter in your grandson's little boy.
Though you're not in sight, I see your face every night.
Those blue eyes shined bright like the stars above,
And I still feel all your love.
It saddens me that you're gone from me,
But you left behind such wonderful memories.


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  • Tammy by Tammy, South Africa
  • 12 years ago

My father was a very strong willed man. We all loved him a lot. In February he was diagnosed with stage four malignant melanoma brain cancer. He was immediately hospitalized, and two days later they tried surgery to remove the tennis ball size tumor from his brain. They couldn't remove it, and in fact worsened it. He was in a coma for a month after, but the day after he woke up, he was home again, for he refused to stay there. There were many hospital visits thereafter, and many ambulance calls because he had so many seizures and brain strokes. And when he was in bed in hospital, all he could say was, I love you. He would say it over and over again, and so would we. When he passed in November the same year, he was restful. He knew his family loved him and each other. We miss my dad a lot. And we wish that he didn't have to suffer the way he did. But it taught us all a life lesson. Never ever take anyone for granted. You never know how long they will be there. Our world came crumbling down in a period of only nine months. Please don't be shy to tell your parents how much you really love them. Even though I always told dad that, I still wish I could today.... Love you dadda

  • Alix by Alix
  • 13 years ago

My dad died when I was 10 years old and in 4th grade I got a call one night from my grandma and she said Ali where's your mother and I gave my mom the phone then my mom said hello and se all the sudden was crying on her knees asking Jesus for survival and help and I was scared and didn't know what to do my mom told me to go back to sleep and to not worry but I sure was worried it was my father he died in a car wreck. And he fell off a cliff with my family and he was the only one who did not survive. By the way I am 11 years old now:)

  • Carla Lovan by Carla Lovan
  • 13 years ago

Today has been a month but it only seems like yesterday, that you left us. I made the promise not to leave you and to stay at your side and I was just so tired I needed to close my eyes, I went to take a nap because the days that passed I only slept a wink, so I could stay at your side. When the call came to get back up there, I came as fast as I could only to find you had left. To this day I regret that I left your side. I didn't get to say good-bye but I did tell you I loved you over and over. Dad I miss you and need you but I have to let you go. You're in a better place sitting next to the lord where you once said you were ready to take your place next to the Lords heavenly grace. You said miss me but let me go, for I have fulfilled what I was sent to do on earth now the Lord is taking me home. I think of you daily and it's so hard not to cry but I will be okay, because I know you near by. Rest in Peace Dad for I will see you soon.

  • Maihri Patrick by Maihri Patrick
  • 14 years ago

My father was diagnosed with Leukemia in 1994. The cancer appeared to lay dormant for years. He received several types of chemotherapy including EPO. He was a devout Jehovahs Witness strongly upholding a belief of refusing blood treatments. In June 2009, his condition became terminal. He would not accept a blood transfusion. Despite our pleas he remained resolute, believing that it to be a sin by accepting another mans blood. Two weeks before he died he had a change of heart and accepted a transfusion he desperately needed. It was too late. The cancer had taken hold and he had massive organ failure. Watching my father die was the most excruciatingly painful thing I have ever done. His faith was so strong it was unbelievable. He is with me and I keep his memory alive in my heart.

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