For My Father
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I wrote these the night before his funeral. On Pop Pop’s Shoulder Gentle hands with gentle fingers, Stroking, patting. His love lingers. Tiny back and small head nodding. Feet that move with little prodding. Your grand babies on your chest, Snuggled in your shoulder’s nest. You would walk for endless hours, Exercising healing powers. Grandchild here on Poppop’s shoulder, Where his arms would always hold her, Safe from all the world and woes, Slowly, trusting eyelids close. Memories In Bloom Daffodils on birthdays. Snapdragons when I’m ill. The gladiola’s Friday’s flower. I remember still. Holly and hydrangeas, Mimosa’s flowers too, All the blossoms of my life, Bring memories of you. B. V. Dahlen
Bea, your writing is very moving. These two especially.... Thank you for sharing with us.
Thank you Amy.
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