Still Dad


You still fill
The same chair-sized space
You ever did – 
Your chair has gone but
I still see you stroll  
From room to room
With the usual smile 
On your face
Contemplating your next move
Of aged-wickedness,
I still hear your voice
Laughing at something
That’s tickled you,
Something no doubt
To share in the pub
But never in chapel,
I still feel your spirit watching
Over us as we 
Inevitably pack away
Your treasures
Carefully hoarded 
Over long years. 
I still love you
And miss you Dad and 
You still fill 
The same giant-sized role
You ever did.

Happy Birthday 

(c) wordz2Go 20th August 2021

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