Nothing flowery, just from the heart.
Written to read at the funeral, Mon 23rd.
DAD
I can still feel your hand in mine
And your loving warm embrace
I can still hear your laughter
And see that smile upon your face
I thank you for the confidence that
You helped grow tall and strong
I thank you for accepting me
even when I was wrong
I’ll remember all our coffee dates
And the bad jokes you would tell
I’ll remember the sound a Chiff Chaff makes
Eager or not, you taught me well
Each time I spy a fisherman
In them I shall see you
A birdwatcher, a cricketer
A Darlington score too.
No-one will ever measure up
To the pedestal you’re on
You’ll always be my perfect Dad
Even though you’re gone
And sometime in the future
After years of sun and rain
I’ll feel your loving warm embrace
And hold your hand again.
Jilly
