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