KEM (1964 / Stuttgart, Germany)

Memories Shared Of Her Father To One Without A Memory Of Her Own

To Rani, a daughter with a loving memory of her fathers youth:

An aging parent, not alone but sometimes lonely,
With loving children, daughters, some near and one far...
He is very astute, he is quick to think, but slow to move,
He bides his time his own while and way.
He must have been someones hero, now he has no knights but many princesses. Those who hover and watch and one who remembers the superman he was when she was so small and he loomed so large.
He still does, and although his hands may ache and bend, he will play a song for you on his violin,
and when the music ends...
She, you, will still be listening....




P.S. Rani, I placed this reply as a poem on my member area. I hope you don't mind me posting my reply to others. I hope they enjoy your poem about your father as much as I did. My father died when I was 3 years old. I would love to have even one memory of him...

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