My father passed away in January, so this first Father's Day without him is particularly tough. Today, in his honor, I'm posting this poem that I found on Billy Collins' 180 Days of Poetry site (by the way, the site itself is pretty cool...you should check it out). It's the kind of poem I think my father would have written for me:
For My Daughter by David Ignatow
When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand in your hand.
When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.
3 comments:
I don't know if it ever gets easier... I'm almost 2 decades past losing my dad and I still miss him terribly.
Hang in there.
It has been ten years since my Dad passed away in January and I miss him very much. I loved that poem. Thanks for sharing.
My dad died 30 years ago. I still miss him and think of him often.
Thanks for posting the special poem!
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