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Remembering you is something easy to
do,
When I look in the mirror, I see you
there too.
Smaller but still a reflection of
a gentle man,
Passed on to me in genes I now
understand.
The smell of you Daddy
wearing Old Spice,
Fond memories because you
smelled so nice.
At times seeing a shaving
mug for you to shave,
A sharp one sided
razor, you seemed so brave.
I can still
remember your sweet crooked smile,
How you
liked to play poker for a little while.
Going
to work as a painter, it was your
trade,
Always at home each night, I was never
afraid.
When not working, dressed in a
shirt of white,
Wearing tan khaki pants but
they had to be light.
Never any jeans or
sport shirts were you to wear,
Looking so
very neat with straight combed hair.
So
loving and kind to me while holding my
hand,
You always seem to me to completely
understand.
Talking to me and listening to my
music to fit in,
Daddy I can’t tell you how
much I miss your grin.
I wish there was a
way to call you on the phone,
To talk with
you for a little while when I feel alone.
To
just once more sit on your lap and get a big
hug,
Your arms wrapped tightly around me nice
and snug.
Remembering throughout each day
I go through,
How very much I loved and I
still miss you.
On this Father’s Day Daddy
this is my gift to say,
I love you very much,
have a Happy Father’s Day.
© Brenda Sparkman
June 18,
2005
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