Of writings he did kind of dark,
He wrote of a world quite stark,
In common both in our lives have written,
He left me only his word written…
Our lives together most turbulent,
We only seemed to see each others anger,
Though the last seven years we edged towards love,
He was after all my dad thereof…
Our lives could have been better,
Closer, more loving, less pain,
But of this he did write with clarity,
With his death did come, unfortunately, familiarity…
© ed ~ 9/14/07
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Fine tribute Ed...
Love,
Susan
Love Tinka
Regis
Peace,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Well done.
Brother Edvard
Love,
Eileen
He was after all my dad thereof…
Edging towards love is much better than not even seeking to find love at all, brother. Many never even try.
But, what an incredible blessing to have narrowed the gap between you and have a lasting tangible love from your father - his writings of his love for you.
Must have been difficult to write, but a loving tribute to your dad.
Kathy
A beautiful tribute to your Dad. Despite the differences, there was love...well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.