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Dad.

September 29, 2016

Dad.

My Dad he was my hero,
 he also carried sweets.
He always used to buy me 
special little treats.


He always smelled of brylcreem
 which he combed into his hair.
He puffed pipes of tobacco
and never had a care.


It was Dad who gave me money
when I was running low.
I only had to ask him,
now it seems so long ago.


I found he had some medals
from when he was in the war.
He kept them in a tin box
behind a cupboard door.


He taught me how to care for
creatures great and small,
but I got into trouble
when I took lambs into our hall.


And if I had been naughty,
my Mum would say to me,
“Just wait until your Dad gets home,
after he's had his tea”.


But he never got too angry
he would just give me a look,
over his old spectacles
above his favourite book.


There was something just so special
about my dear old Dad.
Now sometimes I feel happy,
and sometimes I am sad.


I'll miss him for forever
and there and back again,
He was so very special
and life isn't quite the same.


But as I now remember
I realise I was blessed,
and I hope that he is peaceful
in his eternal rest.
Jan Millward©

 

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