You I remember you
sitting in the front room your chair,
The smell of cigarette smoke
the newspaper the crossword your concentration your hair,
Horse racing wrestling golf football
the pools,
Silent yet you commanded the front room
your rules,
All these years later
so many memories of you,
So many different things
and each one still like new,
From being there when I was ill
your quiet comforting way,
To foot wars in the front room
i’m reminded of you every day,
Of all the people to have entered my life
you left the biggest light,
And even when I lost my way
that light flickered just out of sight,
I never told you how much you meant
“feelings” the things I just don’t do,
But even though we weren’t flesh and blood
your the meaning of the word dad yes you,
That night I said I wanted to leave
i was in such a fucked up place,
And then you said “Go on leave then, get out”
i saw the hurt on your face,
It kick started something within me
Something that never went away,
And I knew before they told me
that the angels took you away,
I miss you yes I miss you
every single day….
.x.
thanks … and yes much of this is my dad too … made my eyes and heart weep