The Day Dad Died Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
The Day Dad Died
The Day Dad Died
I cried and cried that much
as such,
all day long,
those tears only belong
the tears from me
to set me free
I could not let go
death of my beloved Papa
too young to die
so much artistic talent
brilliant head of a company
Dearest Dad as I said
he was too young to be dead!
©Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
29 November 2023
A very, very touching poem, my friend. This poem makes me remember my late father. It deeply resonates with me.
Death of a father always creates void in us. There is no day that we never miss his presence. There is always that feeling of emptiness.
I miss both of my parents. My father lived to be 86, but my mother only lived to be 44. No matter what age they are when they go, we always miss them.
Shocking news of your dear father's demise Mam.With my best regards to u.
I truly empathize with you, Sylvia. May you have some comfort in knowing that your fine tribute to your father will help you in keeping his memory alive. Take care, poetess friend.
Such a beautiful tribute for your Father! .. Beyond #'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Deeply Beautiful And Ever So Special! .. Such Beautiful Sentiments Just For Your Dad! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 2:26:06 PM # 1.0.0
A very heartfelt write. So deeply poignant. It made me cry. To my favorites.