Topic: my dad

i'm sorry, this doesnt rhyme and the verses are unequal. this is about my dad and me, but it'd dedicated to a friend

the first thing i remember is his garden,
how i hated all the digging and the planting.
eating peas fresh from the pod, was so amazing
beans right off the vines, raw and nice.

he was tall and had a wicked sense of humour.
when i was small and grown-ups were so big.
as i aged and he spoke to me as an adult
he saw me play and said he loved the gig.
that meant more than the cash at the end
than all the hand shakes the "well done lads"
to think that night i actually made him proud!
i still beam at the way he smiled.

i thought he was a pain as i was growing
he most likely thought the same thing of me!
i couldnt wait to get away, to get out from his gaze
now i wish i'd had more time with him

my dad now lays in the garden
his ashes mingled there with my mam's
my sisters my brother and i still visit every now and then
they are in my heart, they're never very far away.

sleep tight, dont let the bed-bugs bite.....

Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.

Re: my dad

Rhyme and unequal as it may be, the sentiment is beautiful in it's simplicity Phill.  I can relate to those childhood memories, and being proud of a moment where we see our Dad proud of his child. 

-- love always and forever to all our Dads and Moms who give up so much in return for sticky kisses and proud moments --

Art and beauty are in the eyes of the beholder.
What constitutes excellent music is in the ears of the listener.

Re: my dad

Thanks Phill for your poem. It is especially meaningful to me since I am going to bury my Dad
in the morning. He passed away after a brief illness. He was my best friend an I'll miss him very much. He was a 101St Airborne paratrooper In WW2 and will be honored with a military
Funeral.
Regards,
Bob Stenberg

Re: my dad

Bob, so very sorry to hear about the loss of your father.  I can only imagine... don't want to though.  My condolences to you and yours.

Art and beauty are in the eyes of the beholder.
What constitutes excellent music is in the ears of the listener.

Re: my dad

thanks to you both, i'm happy that these humble words can mean something to others. my dad passed away from a heart attack a few years back now. i still remember the phone call, the race to get to his house and my utter devistation when i saw him lying there.

he lives on in my memory

by the way bob, my dad was in the royal navy during ww2, comrades in arms?

phill

Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.

Re: my dad

Comrades in arms, that is a wonderful thing.  Dad's Military Service was the most respectful
honor a man could have wished for! Seven Military men proudly presenting our country's flag
a rifle volley, and a General leading that part of the service. Bag Pipes and Amazing Grace!!!I am so impressed with what these guys are doing to honor these soldiers.

Thanks Bob