hoping you hear
my whispers, that I still
hold you in my heart.
You could have chosen
a son, but didn’t. It
never stopped you from
doing the things that you
would with a son. The
evenings we’d go searching
for night crawlers, for our
early morning fishing trips
at the lake. The Saturday’s
mom was busy, you’d take
me to the barber shop, I’d
watch with fascination and
a bit of fear when you’d get
a shave. You loved boxing,
I’d watch it with you when I
got older even though mom
disapproved, you’d tell her,
“she needs to learn to defend
herself.” then wink at me,
we’d laugh as co-conspirators
would. Aside from all
that, I miss your gentle ways
never raising your voice in
anger, explaining when
you do that people stop
listening, that was also a
lesson in patience (you
showed a lot of it when
teaching me to drive, I
laugh at the memory of
your worried expression)
as well. He said you needed
it to stop your anger, I only
understood that as I got
older. He’d explain that
life isn’t always easy,
however each day
is a new beginning,
so I shouldn’t despair.
These bits of wisdom
have helped me
navigate through life,
coming from a
man of few words.
I never saw anything
but love for me
in those ice blue eyes.
He’d see a reflection
of his in mine. His smiles
and hugs always lit up
my world as a child.
As I grew so did my
admiration for this
quiet man, my father
whom I loved.
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*Footnote:
The first photo is from the day I met my parents for the first time.
Dad liked Doris Day this was one of his favorite songs, he’d like to sing it, for you Dad
My Father was a passive man,
always advocating for peace. This
came from living through WW II in Poland. πβπ»β€οΈπ
What a beautiful tribute….
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Thank you!
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Awww sweet. And another great song too! π
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Thank you, my Dad loved it. π
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