I try, really I do,
Not to bring to mind,
That you are no more,
That I'll never see you again;
Your passive instructions guide me,
And the active one keep me going,
Your memory continues to ginger me!
All of which are clean, clear and unblemished.
At times like this I take solace,
In the cheer that you went away gallant,
Not wishing us any bother at all,
Strong, very strong, until the very end.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:28 AM UTC
I try, really I do,
Not to bring to mind,
That you are no more,
That I'll never see you again;
Your passive instructions guide me,
And the active one keep me going,
Your memory continues to ginger me!
All of which are clean, clear and unblemished.
At times like this I take solace,
In the cheer that you went away gallant,
Not wishing us any bother at all,
Strong, very strong, until the very end.
My father left us on May 22, 2016. He never saw my children, the oldest came in December of the year.
Today, my Dad would have been 88. I miss him very much, every time.
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