I remember your strong hands and your gentle soul
Your quiet strength and your infinite control
The way you were ready to catch me, should I fall
with no apparent effort at all
the way you would rewind your favourite scene
so it would come to life again on the screen
the heavenly taste of your chocolate cake
that you would always give, and rarely take
the nights we spent on a computer game
the fact, at the root, we are one and the same
the way you would listen as I rattled on…and on
how you chased my tears until they were gone
your easy smile and the deep rumble of your voice
your pride in me and how you would rejoice
in all my achievements, big or small
I remember it, Dad, I remember it all
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Thanks for indulging me in this. I rarely write poetry, unless I’m forced, but I felt a strong urge to write this. My Dad died ten years ago today and I wanted to shake off the sad a little.
Mel
Melissa Barker-Simpson 
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