To Father With Love.
A Fathers Love- I Look Up Into His Smiling Face, See Kindness And Love Shine Through. He Lifts Me Into His Arms, Hold Me Close,And Whisper's I Love You Little One. As He Sits In His Big Comfortable Chair, I Snuggle Up Close On His Lap. He Combs My Hair,And To Tell How Much He Cares. Give Me A Kiss On The Cheek And Tells Me That He, Will Always Be There For Me. A Father's Love- SO Simple And Real, It Is What Every Little Child Needs. I Rest My Head On His Chest And Smile, A Smile of Satisfied Happiness. I Close My Eyes and carried off the sleep, I The safety of my Father's Arms. I Hear A Bird,I Start to Tremble, But I Fight Back The Wakefulness. I Open My Eyes And A Single Tear Is Released. My Dream Quickly Fades Away- But The Sadness Of What Has Happened Remains, The Longing For What I Did Never Had. A Dark And Distant Soul Was He, A Somewhat Stern But A Kindly Man. l Loved Him Oh So Dearly, But His Kisses And His Hugs Weren't Meant For Me Now, I Wondered What I have Done To Him,To Stop Him Loving Me. Acceptance Seemed The Better Choice, to Keep My Sanity, I Promise That One Day I Will Gain The Strength To Ask Him Why This Was So. But The Years Went By And Now He Is Gone, So I Will Never Know, Why He Could Never Say He Loved Me. Written By Dhurv Gregory
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Vera Gibson
I admire my father. He's been my hero and inspiration all my life. Thanks for sharing your poem
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