My dad was the best man there ever was,
But god was cruel to take him away,
But then again the best never get to stay.
All the people in the world,
Why was he the pick of the stool?
He wasn’t the fool.
We were all so happy but now were sad,
Even the great big lads,
I was the youngest,
And he was humongous.
The pub was he’s place on a Friday night,
When I was mite,
He lived life to the fullest,
And that why I am so glad,
He did what he wanted to do and it never mad he sad.
Every night I still cry and cry,
If I said that I didn’t that would be a lie.
When I see he’s picture my heart still sinks,
Because we belonged together we were like to links,
He loved me so even when I was a little minks.
And that little space in my heart will be where he used to be.
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lovely
This is very sad but lovely as well the love for your father will never leave you.They say God only takes the best and i like to think that its true. take care
and thanks for reading my poem. -
This poem is so very heart wrenching and I feel your pain all too well.
I am so sorry this has happened in your life, a wonderful poem dear poetess
Dove
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