For My Father ©
He died tragically when I was only eight years old.
Margaret Leith Minter
Victoria B.C., Canada
2003
You are a long-ago, faraway memory,
a memory of laughter and fun and love.
You walked me across the street to school every morning.
You taught me to tell time using your gold pocket-watch.
I still have that watch.
I remember you took me to see "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs"
and I cried because I was afraid of the witch,
but you told me she wasn't real,
and that made me feel better.
You always made me feel better.
But -
you didn't see me graduate from University;
nor did you walk me down the aisle on my wedding day;
and you never got to know your grandchildren;
You would have been a terrific Granpa!
I've missed you all these years,
but I've never forgotten you.
I love you Dad.
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