Is it possibly, strange believing,
you’re somewhere else but, still here,
Not physically close by but a feeling
Is it reassurance - perhaps a safety tier
a presence somewhat instinctive around me.
I speak to you, didn't always do,
not commonplace between us, conversation:
sometimes there'd be an answer, from your perspective.
Whenever now I question my determination,
a moments ponder- what might have you selected.
Character of courage and trust: ruled by fairness.
Silent belief - dignified and true,
moral sensitivities caring and kindness
None, ever, placed prominently on view,
just waiting behind your shield, for careful use in crisis.
Solitary - not seemingly lonesome but quiet,
yet, when needed around to convey
considered words, and sturdy hands to guide.
You wisely put to use, new skills, knowledge learnt,
supporting the family if required from day to day.
in thoughts is where your lingering presence exists
reminds, so much still to learn – that’s why
your story, the about you, we will want to hear,
absent physically - true, yet in thoughts indeed they persist,
You never left completely Dad, you’re still here.
Michael C Crowder @scorsby Friday, March 8, 2019
Father's day memory