OLD SALT
And Old Glory
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I went to visit Dad today.
He never said a word.
The pounding of my breaking heart
Was the only sound I heard.
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Does he hear me when I tell him
That I miss him oh! so much?
Every day’s a silent torment
Without my father’s touch.
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I miss the way he used to smile
At the silly things I’d say.
I’m here now with my memories
Ever since he went away.
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So, yes, here I am at Dad’s place
Tl tell him I still care –
And standing near his Marker,
Old Glory’s waving there.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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Comments (5)
Wonderful tribute poem!! 🌈
Your Dad can hear you everywhere. He is always there.
Heartbroken. May you the blessings of your father.
Touches the heart, and the meter and rhyming are fantastic!!!♥♥♥
So poignant, Margaret!