Tonight he popped over again
My father
I don't remember what he did or said
My father
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After mine died, I dreamt of him every night during 5 years. I can sense this greatest sadness. May he R.I.P.
Touching poem, Katinka. Excellently worded.How much we love our father, we just realize after their death. Emotionally touching to the core. Thank you. It was nice rereading this again.