My father would have been 83 today, sadly he passed away 4 years ago (can’t believe it’s so long without him). I wrote this poem last year on his birthday, I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. “My Fathers House” by Bruce Springsteen was playing as I wrote this eulogy last year.
fathers are refuge from the storms of life when that safe port passes on when the lighthouse fades all that is left are the memories memories never fade they are never forgotten or passed over they remain memories shine through the mists of time even when the lights fade and no one lives there they remain constant, eternal not ethereal these remain, never forgotten what was once real is now no longer the reminders of your love do not fade they remain through the years we walked different paths they diverged and merged over the years at the end they had become one constant reminders of our togetherness unconditional love learnt remains
© 2016 michael d emmerich
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