Father
Father
You are almost gone, but not aware,
of things we know, of things we share.
That one single thing, that grows in you,
will end your journey very soon.
The war you fought, far from here,
it was
Was not able, to pull you away,
from this world, you live in today.
Sudden I have to realize,
you are unknown, it feels not right.
The only thing, I can recall,
is that you worked, to raise us all.
And I remember my childhood years,
hear some words, again feel tears.
There is one thing that I know for sure,
we called you dad, and now still do.
But days will, pass and weeks will fly,
One thing will remain of you and I.
Is that we sat, side by side, not a word,
just a sigh. . . . .
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Gert: | Woensdag, maart 08, 2006 19:56 |
| Weer een pracht van een gedicht. Mag ik één klein kritiek puntje geven? Al die komma's storen heel erg. Liefs, Gert Ps; hoe gata ie verder met je? |
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| Augustijntje: | Woensdag, maart 08, 2006 18:39 |
| amazingly written!! I can feel the sadness.. hang in there..enjoy the moments that are still left x! |
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