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.
Forced to face mortality Before strictly necessary, Enjoying life – Doing what you wanted to, Though you knew At 92 years young, Facing the music was inevitable. I thought I’ve have you Another year or two And now you’re scared, Tearful, acknowledging You could die, Losing confidence, Aging perceptablity Right in front of me While I ignore reality.
Coming home from work You’d swing me round, Lift me off the ground, No matter how tired you were, You thought it was funny, It was our joke, A routine; Sure as eggs.
A long time ago Yet fresh in my mind Like the time You came into school With lunchbox and flask To comfort my tears – I see your touseled hair, I see you standing there, In your blue overalls Leaning against the door, Smiling at me, reassuringly.
But then – You’ve always rescued me, Sure as eggs.