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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