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Poem written on occasion of my Dad's death |
| In Memory of Dad Tough, unfaltering, ‘Compromise is a bad word, Son.’ He lead many modestly With a wisdom, a light Never dimmed, never wavering; Always knew he was right, And even if he wasn’t, Convictions gave him strength, Power to love without reserve, Integrity to act without fear, Humbleness to credit without being selfish. ‘I love you, I love you,’ He would say, sincere and sure, He fought and cherished to the last. Nothing else mattered to him, Not even himself Save those whom he had chosen to Love. He was so good, He loved as a father should, Censor, philosopher, Bearer of gifts, A richness not material, A spirit magnanimous Which will forever live on, Surpassing time and space, Springing eternal. |