I mentioned that 2 of my kidlins were at the celebration last night. My youngest, Amber, popped off this poem to me. I read it around 1:30 this morning and immediately thought of posting it here. Fortunately, I kept in mind that I was going to visit my friend who had the knee surgery today and toddled off to bed instead. But, it’s a new day, so here is the poem:
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I remember when I was little, and you held me so dear,
On the sofa we’d lay, you chose to clutch me, over a beer.
I recall being tall as ever, on your shoulders, atop the world,
It was no longer burdens on those shoulders, just your little girl.
When Mom was no longer around, you learned to comb my hair,
One painful knot at a time, worth every moment we’d share.
I recall getting older, and yet still lingered by your side,
Your presence was my refuge, your existence was my pride.
I cherish you, my dear father, you are my saving grace,
I covet every moment with you, your strength is my embrace.
I could never thank you enough for being the most ideal Dad,
And can irrefutably thank you infinitely for realizing what you had.
Three vigorous children later, and eons of being clean in strive,
You got clean, stayed clean, but most of all, stayed alive.
Thank you for taking the steps, so crucial to exist,
For living for you, and your kids; now look at all that you HAVEN’T missed.
I love you Dad, and thank you for keeping the faith.
It’s moments like this that make me happy you got clean, stayed clean, and stayed alive. Memory in the making
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I tell you, as tired as I was when I first read that, the eyes weren’t so pooped that I got tears in them. Hey, to even mention my age-old ritual of Keep The Faith, well, yeah, I guess I done good, eh. Now, I just need to get her out fishing with me so’s that gets a mention! hehe…
Keep The Faith*
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