Memories Of My Father Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

As I take my daily walk
across the bright green hill
I feel you with me all the while, your wisdom with me still.
You taught me how to think and see
to touch and feel and hear.
You taught me oh so many things, they bring you ever near.

I miss you almost every day, you were my guiding hand,
You often left me wondering -
I did not understand,
Now I need to hear your voice
to see your face once more,
a year has passed since you went through that ever distant door.

How can I reach you now you're gone?
How can I say the words?
You had the gift, and I am left to carry on your works.
I look around me, and I see
the best of God's creations,
your paintings, poetry and prose are worthy imitations.

My throat is clenched with unshed tears,
my mind with unvoiced fears.
This year has passed with too much speed,
I had not recognised my need
to feel your presence in my head,
now you walk beside me with silent tread.