I wrote this shortly after my dad died last summer, just never felt moved to post it, but now, for some reason, I do. I’ve never been a poet But the feelings I have must be recorded somehow As a father, he had no equal As a friend, no one to compare I guess I’ll never know what Sacrifices were made Or what hopes and dreams may have been Left unfulfilled But we, his children and wife meant more than anything to him I treasure every moment of my childhood and my youth Spent fishing, and playing games And listening to silly songs And I feel certain that the dream of having A loving, happy family meant more to him Than fame or wealth And I wouldn’t trade those memories of anything And the best part is I know he wouldn’t have, either
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