Pictures in My Mind

Pictures in my Mind

It started with a blank page, like the feeling in my heart

The day my father passed away; it ripped me all apart.

As I recalled each memory through the tears that filled my eyes,

The page began to gather words – much to my surprise.

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I found a certain comfort as I read the words aloud.

A poem about my father! Now wouldn’t he be proud!

I remember how he’d always smile at the things that I’d do right.

I always felt protected when he kissed my cheek at night.

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He took a bit of time off work, knowing he’d be late.

All that mattered to him then was to see me graduate.

I saw a tear roll down his cheek on my wedding day,

Although he did his best to smile, he gave the bride away.

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The day he came to spend some time and hold his grandson near,

Was the day I thought his face would burst as he smiled from ear to ear.

There are so many memories – enough to fill a book;

His smile, the tears, his laughter – the way he used to look.

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The photographs and poetry comfort me a tad.

But missing are the many hugs. Missing is my dad.