41. My Bestfriend, My Father Died
No one can hear my screams
In my thoughts or in my dreams
As I lie here waiting patiently
I wait for the day you come back to me
No one can hear my screams
In my thoughts or in my dreams
As I lie here waiting patiently
I wait for the day you come back to me
I lost my father on April 4, 2015. I miss you a lot, Dad!
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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.
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 wrap my mouth to shut in the sound.
I cry so much, so deep, so profound.
I cannot comprehend that you are gone,
The moment I heard the news that day,
My heart sunk and my soul ached.
It just felt so unreal to me.
It couldn't be right; how could it be?
No presents bought, no candles blown; this year you walk on streets of gold,
And it's so much more than the stories you've been told.
The sun is shining on your face,
Life can change in a single breath.
Life can be crushed when we are faced with death.
It tears families apart,
I can't believe it's been four years.
It doesn't feel like it's been that long.
I wish you could come home,
But in the sky is where you belong.
I, too, have lost my father, and the void created can never be filled. There are so many things that I feel I should have done for him when he was around, so many things I should have said to...
Fathers, daughters, a timeless bond
Vaster than oceans, tranquil as ponds
My FATHER is gone
I lost my dad 9 months ago now and it is still hard for me to come to terms with the loss. This poem has given me great comfort especially as it is the first Christmas without him.
Another day slips on by
Spent sadly wondering why
If only we could rewind the clanging chimes
From the slowly turning hands of time