To My Father
His name was Richard
He was a high school English teacher
He loved to work on cars
And motorcycles
He loved his wife and son and daughters
Its name is prostate cancer
It slowly stole away his life
Turning him into a shadow of his former self
But it never was able to take away
The love he had for his family
Or the love we have for him
~Wanda~
Richard Bates
September 10 1932 - August 28 2004
A loving tribute - his immortality.
ReplyDeleteThank you. :-)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to your dad Wanda. I'm so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteLovely !!
ReplyDeleteThank you Linda and Enchantress, on behalf of Wanda. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful, Wanda. Brought a tear to my eye for sure.
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ReplyDeleteOh, Wanda... your Dad was blessed to have you in his life. Your words are so richly poignant. THANK YOU!
ReplyDeleteThank you Julie, on behalf of Wanda.
ReplyDeleteWanda, this poem brought a tear to my eye too. It's beautiful.
Adam, I removed your duplicate comment. I'm rather sure you won't mind!
Thank you all for your kind words regarding my little tribute to my dad. It really touches my heart. The holidays are hard for my family as Dad always made them such fun. They've never been the same without him.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to Uncle Richard. So true, nothing is the same since he left.
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