Dad slipped away quietly in his sleep today. He was 88. Now he and Mom are reunited and as joyful as two butterflies I watched circling each other as they rose straight up towards the shining sun. I wrote this poem in April 2003.
Greeting Dad
I am older than that Trickster Time
and his mercurial Mother Nature-
older than the stars and Earth
in continuous, evolving creation
with its dramas of rebirth.
I am part of ageless Spirit-
even in this ever-aging body of mine.
Yet when I greet my Dad
I become a child of three
with love-bright eyes and trusting hand.
He’s a humble man of inner strengths,
inspiring and reminding.
I’ve watched his quiet patience
master time and circumstance.
Dad is the northern wilderness to me,
the forests, the water, and the land I love.
Like a little child I see
through my heart when I greet Dad.
💖
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hey so sorry to hear about your loss back then
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Thank you so much. We lost Dad yesterday but I wrote this poem some years ago. You are so kind:)
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I’m so sorry I know how you must feel because a few years ago I lost my grandpa and I didn’t know what to do
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My children lost a grandmother (paternal) on this Canada Fay July 1st and a grandfather (maternal) on July 5th. I am sorry for the loss of your grandfather. My children were comforted in the acceptance of this passage in the process of Life and that Life cannot die, only transform. I do hope you had loving support at that time as well.
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yep i did
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how old are your kids btw
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In their 30s 🙂
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hope it helped to calm them down
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Yes
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💐💐💐💐
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Many thanks:)
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Beautiful words 🙂
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