Dad...

I decided to post this entry, in light of my Grandfather's recent demise... If it were any other time, I wouldnt have really bothered.
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A random thought got me typing "poem don't think so much" into the google search string at 5.15am.

I picked the 3rd site that was on the list.
It was titled In Loving Memory - Poetry.
Maybe it was a logical choice, because the was closest to my search string; Maybe it was subconscious.

The site is a very short compilation of poems. And as I scrolled further, this title hit me - and so I read it.

Dad
( by Judy Burnette )

Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.

Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.

Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.

I would relate better to this poem, as it speaks volume of how close parent and child were. My grandpa was a dad too. For my mum, it's difficult to relay what was between that father-daughter pair in a few words. Whatever the case, I know her pain - Probably far worse than mine.

The poem holds true.