On Father's Day Poem by Sandra Feldman
On Father's Day
He died when I was twenty,
On the most horrible day of my life,
The pain I felt was relentless
Sharp, like the blade of a swollen knife.
Goodness was his living Soul,
Intelligence, his banner,
Honor was his sacred goal,
No man was ever finer.
I miss him and I always will
Our time together was so short,
But in every poem I ever wrote,
There is a part of him.
He made me all I am today,
For all my life
With me he'll stay,
Not only on this Father's day.
Sandra! This is such a touching poem. My words cannot express the feeling I felt as I read it! So heartfelt and beautiful! a lovely tribute to a loved one!
On the verge of crying. My father died over 25 years ago. I seldom think about him. But when I do, the same reverence occurs. I am no doubt what I am because of his influence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:22:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful remembrance poem.++10