How best should I remember you?
I think of how fast lives pass...
No choice but to weep, soon
or last, be lost or caught-
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This one escapes me a bit, but the imagery is solid, and the mood is definite. Nice, strong work.
Deep and heartfelt. Unless I am reading it wrong your dad is dead and he lived a full life with no regrets. You are left living, remembering him fondly and keeping the flame alive. Strong poem, that.
Like the watchman on the path, peer through the waves, wait patiently, white faced with memory., Very wunderfull..........