Yes Dad, I bought flowers
I know it's early
But I wanted you to have them for Father's Day
Unlike last year when there weren't any
They're purple and white; appropriate for yr surroundings
The silence of the cemetery is deafening
This time, I won't cry
Can we talk for a while?
I hope you're not still angry
Like you were in that dream I had
A couple of days ago
Although, I can't shed anymore tears
I will never stop thinking of you
I still yr little girl; the apple of yr eye
I miss you very much
Do you miss me?
2) and this poem you wrote is as beautiful as my memories to my dad. Bravo, dear LeeAnn!
1) A heart-wrenching poem, he was my everything since he was such a gifted father and because my beloved Mum was constantly sick, a phobia from her war, he took me always to our favourite ice saloon on his bike
I'm back, so soon, to this daughter/father poem. I'm sure this is true (if the poem is about you & yours, but make it 'I'm'. 'I still yr little girl; the apple of yr eye'
But it WAS a little scary when, looking at my photo on a new driver's license last year, I thought: 'Gee, in this DMV photo I look like my aging dad! ' But at least MY nose was not 'running'. bri : )
I don't mourn the deaths of my parents though they did a fine job raising me and my 4 siblings; Mom & Dad had good kids to work with [ well, maybe not my 'little brother so much' ]. (cont.)
This is a touching epitaph. The last time I saw my dad was in June 2007. It was just like yesterday.
Touching piece. Nice Oxymoron, Lee Ann. Five stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching poem...God bless you dear