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Title. On Father's Day In quiet moments, I reminisce Of my father, a mentor, sometimes amiss With an iron fist, he ruled our abode Yet his approval, my heart always strode I share this tale to warn and guide But many turn away, their ears denied Blaming luck for the mistakes they make Yet deeper truths, they fail to take Responsibility to my father, I failed to heed Now on Father's Day, with flowers, I plead For more time to understand his ways Accepting it won't change, my heart sways Regrets linger for deeds left unsaid Lost in my world, where fun misled I should have called, expressed love each day But my own path led me astray Here on Father's Day, by your grave I rest Recalling lessons, though I failed the test Words of wisdom you always shared In my soul, deeply bared "Pay attention, be true," you'd often say Respect, honor, follow your own way Stealing never, trust never betrayed These values in my soul, forever laid Now you're gone, unable to display How your teachings lit my way I hope you see, with pride so bright The person I am, in your light Hugs aplenty, tears forbidden in sight Yet you taught it's okay to cry, despite In solitude, tears cleanse the soul A human act, making us whole At your resting place, flowers I lay Tears mingling, as I silently pray Hoping you're proud of who I've become Your sculpted legacy, like a drum Your protege, your work of art Your legacy lives within my heart May you smile down upon me Letting the world see Proudly you'll say, "That's my child Guided well, your work done These flowers, my message to the end A bond unbroken, my father, my friend Time slipped away, moments missed Under the shade tree, where we reminisced Thank you, father, for shaping who I am My eternal fan Love eternal, no distance can sever In another realm, we'll meet forever Till then, I strive to make you proud Alone in the crowd Flowers laid, your words echo Your love, teachings, my heart's credo In silence and peace, we meet My father, my retreat Understanding, I'm just a person Crying's okay, part of the plan Until we reunite, my father, my guide With all my heart, with all my might, I'll abide O.B.W. 3.8.2024 |