ALWAYS

Although I cannot hear
You're always near,
Although I cannot see you
You're always dear.
My father, my hero, my dad
To think of you
I'm glad
Sometimes sad,
Always with me
The days we had.
You shaped me
Moulded we,
Made the family
To what we'd be
Our rock

Our oak tree.
Far off days
Memories
Of the old ways,
Respect and regard
Always,
My father
Until the end of days.
Thank you father
Thank you dad
I miss you.

Phil Hall.  February 2016
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