Wednesday, 25 June 2025

Dad 😔

My Dad with a heart of gold, generosity was his soul
although pennies he had, neither bought nor sold
a kind disheartened fellow, especially when old
a slight man, always fit without trying, so I was told
short tempered, that scared us children so
the fear runs on, I don’t think it will ever go
damaged by a loneliness that comes unfair
afraid of others that live to scare 
Dad could not help his frightening side
not even from mum his loving bride
he was taken in a careless way
months in hospital then went away
there’s not much left to write or say
except we really miss you today
especially as it is, your birthday. 
Dad X





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