I was only six months old
When mom told me had you died.
I didn't fully know what it meant.
I felt numb, but I still cried.
I didn't know how is your face
your passing would leave.
I didn't understand how much loneliness
I was about to receive.
As the years have gone by,
I've forgotten a few things,
Like the sound of your voice,
And how your laughter used to ring.
I can't remember exactly what
It was like when you held me,
I can remember your face
which I see in a frame.
My first birthday spent without you
Was hardest after you where gone.
That first Celebration just wasn't the same,
And it remains so as the years go on.
There have been thousands of times
When I've wished you were still here,
To celebrate all of my joys,
And help me calm my fear
Dear Sharen, What a lovely poem about your dad! You have fond memories of him to treasure. Great write! You may want to correct 'hear' to 'here' in the last stanza. Paul Sebastian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep sad feelings nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, Sharen.