Dad

Dad and daughter

It becomes bearable, just.

But it will always,

Always be there.

And some days the yearning

Is so hard

Tears well up.

So the mind plays a trick

And slowly your face smiles

From a memory

Of days gone by.

Some days hurt still.

And your heart longingly aches.

Just to feel again....

Being safe.

You’re older now,

No matter.

You have days of sad.

As you would still...

Still, give anything, 

For a cwtch off your dad.

In loving memory of my Dad
THOMAS JOHN WITHERS
4th Sept.1916-15th Feb 2005