Poetry for Dad

I wish my Dad was here with me

to see my roses bloom

I wish once more to hold his hand

and to show him around this room

If only he could sit with me

Instead of being in Heaven

I would talk to him of gardening

My children, books and weather.

It gets a little easier

as time begins to pass

the tears they flow less frequently

but not within my heart

Because still when I look to the sky

and see the winter clouds

I long to hold my Fathers hand

and talk to him of flowers.

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One Response to Poetry for Dad

  1. ecurb says:

    What a beautiful poem. I pray that you will be able to walk with him in heaven holding his hand for eternity, enjoying the fullness of God’s creation.

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