Sitting close to you so that
I could reach out and touch
A rare treat to be that
Center of attention for once
These are the memories of
You teaching me to write
Unwatched I watched
Your sun browned skin
Your wavy black hair
Your broad nose flared
Tobacco scented breath
Fanning on my cheeks
Your face tensed
Head bent down deep
Glasses balanced on your nose
Lips grimaced when you speak
Veins on your hands
Protruded when you print
Tracing your letters reverently
Along the fine inscribing
Straining to master the strokes
To write like you neatly
As a child following a path
Led along with such care
I watched unwatched
When you guided me there
Treasured over the years
Ridden in times left behind
Traces of your writing
Still embedded in mine
Comfort me endless
When I yearn for your love
When I feel your presence
When I write
A legacy that I carry
In my pen
Wow what a touching and fabulous tribute to your father........well done! ! !
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Beautiful, touching, very very powerful....emotions coming through, and we always carry a part of our parents with us through life.10+++ Thanks, Ruth Lavelle