A Letter To My Dad - Poem by Ann Beard

Ann-This is so touching. The loss of the memories and or not having time to create those lasting moments, questions that won't be answered, Thank you for this poem. (Report)Reply

Verily, a heart touching poem, ........10 (Report)Reply

This poem touched my soul, thank you for sharing this Ann..... (Report)Reply

A lovely poem. I believe our loved ones are permitted to be with us and watch over us sometimes. My own father lived to be 86 but my mother only made it to 44.
Thank you for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

Thank you Claudia, very nice. Loosing a father is hard at any age you obviously have some lovely memories. regards Ann (Report)Reply

Hi Ann- Great poem - I want to personally share with you a poem I wrote about my dad-
the feelings are similar-

My Father’s Garden

I remember my father as being a warm person-
A strong man in many ways always working hard so that
My mother and I could have the very best-
He passed so many years ago but
I can still hear his laughter, and recall his gentleness-
As he was always there for me-
I still can see him working in his garden
At the time we lived close to the shores of Carmel –
I can still hear the leaves upon the trees rustling in the wind,
And the peaceful rocking of the ocean waves
Soothing me as they were lapping upon the shore close by-
I will never forget the joy the flowers he had planted
Brought to him, my mother and I,
As he seemed to be lost inside a world of his own,
Transforming a yard where at one time only high grasses grew
Into a kingdom of color and beauty for everyone to perceive-
I shall never forget the rose bushes-
Yellow, pink and red blossoms in their colorful hues
Enlightening to everyone’s eyes, as they were, and fragrant as well,
In all of their delicacy;
My father passed years ago- - a terminal illness snatched away
This wonderful being – tears still come to my eyes in past memories- as
I cannot comprehend that if a god exists-
How could he have snatched life away so quickly from
A person who had such a zest for life?
I shall never forget the moment he died, how my uncle
Sat upon a chair in the bathroom with his head in his hands weeping
When my father fell to the floor at his death-
Although he has parted from this world forever, fond memories continue-
People always die but flowers keep growing and live on.
Yesterday I cut a pink rose from a bush in the yard and
Placed it in a small vase upon the end table by my bed side and
As I drifted off to sleep this delicate and lovely flower carried me
Into the world of my fantasies- where my father is still with me always, and
I still feel his loving arms embracing me; I can still hear the rustling of
Leaves upon the trees outside, and I still hear the waves lapping upon the shore
And even though in flesh he is gone-
Departed from this world, he has left valuable reminiscences for me to treasure;
Whenever I stand in his garden I can still feel his presence, as in my
Heart and spirit, he shall always be very much alive….

Claudia Krizay (Report)Reply

believe me Ann tears on my chicks as i was imagining the true picture. (Report)Reply

And now you have made me cry.
Your poem has provoked images of my own father of whom I have fond memories. I am sure that our parents do walk with us through life. No matter how old we are (You and I are the same age) we are still their children.
Love & hugs Irene (Report)Reply

A very sad poem, Ann. I was lucky to have had my dad for many years. My son and daughter, however weren't so lucky. My daughter was 14 when he died and my son only 6. Just broke my heart for them. My son has only a vew memories, unfortunately. A '10! '

Warm Wishes,
Marilyn (Report)Reply

a lovely poem...realy touching 10 (Report)Reply

That's very sad, Ann. My own father was very dear to me, and I find it difficult to understand how those people must feel who didn't manage to continue a relationship with their fathers on into adult life and beyond. I was 42 when my own father died, and it was without doubt, the worst day of my life. We think of all the questions we should have asked, but didn't, all the reassurance of love and affection that we should have expressed, but didn't - until it was too late. A sad piece.
David. (Report)Reply

it brought tears to my eyes, whenever there is a piece about a father. My father loves me very much and when he died, i stop breathing, Until now i still miss him..Glad i was able to read this.Thank you so much for sharing.
Love and hugs,
Meggie (Report)Reply

Ann, this struck a chord with me... I had a love-hate relationship with my own dad but when he died I realised that he actually wasn't the worse. So many family and friends in the world pass on before reconciliations can be made. Thank you. (Report)Reply

a touching poem, thanks for sharing (Report)Reply

Good memories....though faint.....may yet be clear! Please read 'Is Not...Perception...Reality.' (Report)Reply

What a wonderful tribute to your dad. This one made me feel good.

Ron (Report)Reply

My heart reaches out to you Ann, I knew my Dad, i loved him unconditionaly! he was my Dad! i would love to have my children think of me like i do of my Father ! maybe one out of three aint bad! -- (Report)Reply

I was lucky my Dad lived to ninety eight although he was a big miss when he chose to go.My Mam dies when i was very small so my meories of her are very hazy (Report)Reply

This poem brought tears to my eyes.
Even though I am now a great grandmother I still reach out for my Dad when things are not going too well. (Report)Reply

This very touching^poem does honour to your sentiments. Your Dad would have been proud of you. Thank you. (Report)Reply