A poem for my father;
Happy Father's Day!
(c) Joni Zipp
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When I was little
I’d sit on his shoulder
I didn’t fit
as I got older.
Memories of
our walks to the Fort
His towering body
and me real short.
Holding my hand
never letting it go.
My father; protector
always let me know.
I was his Peanut
the baby, his gem
never forgetting
who I really am.
I swiftly grew
he let go of my hand.
Out on my own
I’d firmly stand.
Always there
whenever I pleaded
he’d help me out,
with whatever I needed.
Although his struggles
were not far away.
He conquered the demons
through all of his days.
He’s a pillar now
to my eyes I behold.
The strongest of men
if truth be told.
I love my father
with all of my heart.
I’m always there
even though we’re apart.
Never forget
the woman you raised.
It is my Father
whom should be praised!
***
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
*Fort McHenry was about a mile
I’d sit on his shoulder
I didn’t fit
as I got older.
Memories of
our walks to the Fort
His towering body
and me real short.
Holding my hand
never letting it go.
My father; protector
always let me know.
I was his Peanut
the baby, his gem
never forgetting
who I really am.
I swiftly grew
he let go of my hand.
Out on my own
I’d firmly stand.
Always there
whenever I pleaded
he’d help me out,
with whatever I needed.
Although his struggles
were not far away.
He conquered the demons
through all of his days.
He’s a pillar now
to my eyes I behold.
The strongest of men
if truth be told.
I love my father
with all of my heart.
I’m always there
even though we’re apart.
Never forget
the woman you raised.
It is my Father
whom should be praised!
***
All rights reserved: copyright © Joni Zipp
*Fort McHenry was about a mile
from my house. We'd go there on Sundays
and yes, he'd carry me on his shoulders
until I got too big. :)
2 comments:
Beautifully done, Joni! It brought tears to my eyes.
I thought of my dad this last Sunday (as I do each day) since he died 3.5 years ago.
Your poetry makes me want to do something with my dad teaching me to fish in a cement gold fish pond when I was two....
June
Thanks June!
I'm so glad this touched more than just me and on different levels. Our Dad's are pillars. :)
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