On the anniversary of  Linda's fathers death   I wrote this poem for her

In thoughts of you

It doesn’t take a special day for me to think of you

And all the very special things you used to say and do

It doesn’t take a sunny day or a bright blue sky above

To think of all your kindness of a father and his love

And so dear dad there’s one more thing I’d like to say

But I’m sure you really know

You were special to me all my life

And I loved you so

When flowers I now place upon that quiet spot

Wishing you were here

To put your arms around me, and wipe away my tears

You’d smile and say, my dearest child.. don’t cry

I haven’t gone so far away   

when you close your eyes and think of me 

I'm always...  very near 

 

ShirleyG ©