For My Father ©
He died tragically when I was only eight years old.
Margaret Leith Minter
Victoria B.C., Canada
You are a long-ago, faraway memory,
a memory of laughter and fun and love.
You walked me across the street to school every morning.
You taught me to tell time using your gold pocket-watch.
I still have that watch.
I remember you took me to see "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"
and I cried because I was afraid of the witch,
but you told me she wasn't real,
and that made me feel better.
You always made me feel better.
you didn't see me graduate from University;
nor did you walk me down the aisle on my wedding day;
and you never got to know your grandchildren;
You would have been a terrific Granpa!
I've missed you all these years,
but I've never forgotten you.
I love you Dad.