My Dad Still Lives Poem by Mick Law

He died on the first day of May,
They say he passed away,
Just as the spring sun came
He shrugged away the pain
Do not say he has gone
For I know he carries on
I know he lives and breathes
For he lives and breathes in me

I look in the mirror and see
The part of him that is still in me
His morning cough I often share
His greesy chin when meat's to spare
His worried frown when all's OK
Quick to anger sorry next day

Humour eccentricity
Singing as we dress to play
Drinking beer so greedily
Feeling ill we have to pay
Devouring books and good a quizzes
Good at cards and one lipped kisses

I miss my dad but as you see
I see him everyday in me.