A tiny frame of your picture
Sits atop my wooden table
Along with other photographs
And some mementos I treasure
Sometimes I stare at your old fac
So serene and kind through the years
Staring back at me from the frame
As if you're never gone from here
Time snatched you away from our hands
And left us orphans without you
Though we're all adults, at age now
We still crave your fatherly love
You will live in us through the years
A shadow that will follow us
Wherever we go all our life
To remind us, to not forget
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The highest respect and honor for the fatherly love is shining here through and through. This poem has an indescribable beauty and inner power. A true fascinating poem created with respect and love, these emotions I can feel while reading this jewel again and again. Thank you for sharing your love for him. Greatest brilliance!