A POEM I WROTE BESIDE MY DIYING FATHERS BED

Written by Kenny at his father’s bedside on Saturday 29th September 2012
For my father.
Ken Moore.
I will cherish The fond memories We both share. In times of need You were there.
You daddy.
Let me live my life as a Free Soul, Free Spirit.
You never tied me down with so called boundaries of control.

You made me right, through guidance and self knowledge, so I was never afraid to turn to you, when I had done wrong.

I remember Butlins, swimming.

The 800 metre race.
Of which you were there cheering me on.

Which carried me across the finish line as the winner.
I was so proud as you were.

Proud to have my father watch me win

So many, too many, happy memories to count.
And now you’re leaving.
Not dying.

As not one day will go past without you in my thoughts, you shall forever be with me.

Through my heart.

My heart will ache and mourn the loss of you daddy.
But i know you will be going to a brighter much more loving place.

I shall go to the places we both went to
And sit and re

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1. MY DYING DADDY

 

Written by Kenny at his father’s bedside on Saturday 29th September 2012

For my father.

 Ken Moore.

 I will cherish The fond memories We both share. In times of need You were there. 

You daddy.

Let me live my life as a Free Soul, Free Spirit.

 You never tied me down with so called boundaries of control.

 

You made me right, through guidance and self knowledge, so I was never afraid to turn to you, when I had done wrong.

 

I remember Butlins, swimming.

 

The 800 metre race.

Of which you were there cheering me on.

 

Which carried me across the finish line as the winner.

I was so proud as you were.

 

Proud to have my father watch me win

 

So many, too many, happy memories to count.

And now you’re leaving.

 Not dying.

 

As not one day will go past without you in my thoughts, you shall forever be with me.

 

Through my heart.

 

My heart will ache and mourn the loss of you daddy.

But i know you will be going to a brighter much more loving place.

 

I shall go to the places we both went to

And sit and reminisce , as you father part the clouds and shine down.

 

I know I have been a little bugger (as nan says).

 

I have been the sour taste of lime.

Whilst you made the sun shine just for fun.

Me not frozen beneath no more.

 

I love you Ken Moore.

Who I can proudly say is my father.

Love forever and always your son Kenny Moore. xxxxxxxx

   
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