Remembering My Father

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More thoughts of my father.

Remembering You

Those days that dwindled and dawdled into the sunsets
and passed too soon, were filled with you.
Has it been so long that I scarcely remember your face?
No, it is as vivid today as if etched in core of my being.
Must I be forced to search the crevices of my mind,
the cobwebs obscuring my view,
in order to recapture memories of the times we spent together?
How unfair that the shifting sands of time seek to erase
the fairest of such idyllic thoughts.
They shall never prevail,
for my thoughts of our time together will not be tainted.
My father, friend, teacher, and guide, fear not.
Instead, they shall forever be placed
on a pedestal in the beating drum that is my heart.

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Remembering My Father

1:02 AM Edit This 0 Comments »
More thoughts of my father.

Remembering You

Those days that dwindled and dawdled into the sunsets
and passed too soon, were filled with you.
Has it been so long that I scarcely remember your face?
No, it is as vivid today as if etched in core of my being.
Must I be forced to search the crevices of my mind,
the cobwebs obscuring my view,
in order to recapture memories of the times we spent together?
How unfair that the shifting sands of time seek to erase
the fairest of such idyllic thoughts.
They shall never prevail,
for my thoughts of our time together will not be tainted.
My father, friend, teacher, and guide, fear not.
Instead, they shall forever be placed
on a pedestal in the beating drum that is my heart.

0 comments: