
How to manage Father’s Day
When you can’t send a card
Or a bottle of wine,
There’s no twinkly eyes
Or a jokey punchline,
No gravelly greeting
As you come downstairs,
Emotional overload
In his empty chair.
We have to accept
The things we can’t change
But Father’s Day without Dad
Is eerily strange.
Throughout the years
He gave so much love
So while I’m below
And he’s up above
I’ll feel grateful today
That I was his daughter,
I was so lucky –
No Father’s Day pauper.
His spirit lives on
Right here in his home
His love tangible
In the words of this poem.
(c) wordz2Go 20th June 2021
Dedicated to Ron Cook
20/08/1928 – 02/06/2021