Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Poems in Remembrance of Fathers

What would I give to clasp his hand,
His happy face to see,
To hear his voice, and see his smile
That meant so much to me.

**

The rolling stream of life rolls on.
But still the vacant chair
Recalls the love, the voice, the smile
Of the one who once sat there.

**

Nothing can ever take away
The love a heart holds dear.
Fond memories linger every day,
Remembrance keeps him near.
Remembrance Poems for Fathers
He had a nature you could not help loving,
And a heart that was purer than gold,
And to those who knew him and loved him
His memory will never grow cold.

**

More and more each day we miss him
Friends may think the wound is healed
But they little know the sorrow
Lying within our hearts concealed

**

You’re not forgotten, father dear
Nor ever shall you be
As long as life and memory last
I shall remember thee.

**

His memory is as dear today
As in the hour he passed away.
Remembrance Poems for Fathers
The blow was great, the shock severe
We little thought his death so near
Only those that have lost can tell
The sorrow of parting without farewell

**

We often think of days gone by
When we were all together.
A shadow o’er our lives is cast,
Our loved one gone forever.

**

And have you gone, forever gone
And left us here to weep
Till we are called to follow you,
And in the grave to sleep.
Yet since you could no longer stay
To cheer us with your love,
We hope to meet you again in
The bright world above.

**

One precious to our hearts has gone,
The voice we loved is stilled;
The place made vacant in our home
Can never more be filled.
Our Father in His wisdom called
The one His love had given,
And so on earth the body lays -
His soul is safe in Heaven.

**

No one knows how much I miss you,
No one knows the bitter pain
I have suffered; since I lost you
Life has never been the same.
In my heart your memory lingers,
Sweetly tender, fond and true;
There is not a day, dear father,
That I do not think of you.

**

We think of him in silence,
No eyes can see us weep;
But still within our aching hearts,
His memory we keep.

**

Silent is the voice we loved to hear;
Too far away for sight or speech,
But not too far for thought to reach.
Sweet to remember him who once was here,
And who, though absent, is just as dear.


For PapAmore', Arend 'Odee' Lenderink

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