Died long ago
Still freshly missed
Grief unrelenting and brutal
Father, my brightest star.
Never questioned nor doubted
Raised hand to strike me
Always guiding with a smile
Giving love and support.
Spoke best of folk
Worked long hours raising two sons
Earning daily bread with gratitude
Life weary, hard and grim.
Never understood his eminence
Nor how much I loved him
Until coffin dead
With every heartbeat I miss him.
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