I remember...


I remember...

I remember being a little kid,

and getting up in his lap.


I remember his quietness,

and the way he laughed.


I remember his power,

his might, and his strength.


I remember the way his beard,

used to tickle when I kissed him on the face.


I remember his smile,

and his brain.


I remember his love,

I remember his huge heart.


I remember his voice,

and the way he loved to talk.


I remember his stories,

of growing up.


I remember his life,

and I remember the day he died.


I remember being told,

while sitting in my room.


I knew he'd been sick,

but I didn't think he'd be taken so soon.


It's been four years now,

but it still hurts.


I'll see you again some day,

at those pearly gates.


but for now remember,

I love you.

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MindNumbing commented on I remember...


Yep, still makes me cry... even after reading it over and over again. That's a powerful pen you're weilding, sweets... no joke. He was an amazing man, and I see a lot of him in you. The quiet reserve, the determination, the family values... you've inherited those, just to name a few. He'd be so proud of you, sis. ♥ and Hugs!

kdarcy commented on I remember...


Memories are meant to hold deep lessons for us, love is the best of memories. Described very nicely, 10 from me, be well k



Thank you

carynontherhine commented on I remember...


I am the worst as I sit here brought to tears, You must have loved him very much and your write is a sincere tribute to a great wonderful person whom touched your life and is still alive in your memories. Hugz



thank you for the memories

WordSlinger commented on I remember...


I see something in you kiddo, you are a poet, I wonder where that comes from :), I'll have to keep an eye on you, :), Happy Holidays, WS thank you, much appreciated



Thanks WS! :D

Chaos128 commented on I remember...


Memories can go far to keep, with us, love ones no longer with us. Fine tributes like this go further still.



Thank you

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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