I sit here thinking of the past days
The summers always seemed so hot
Unless we were on holiday
Then it always seemed to rain
We always stayed in a caravan
My dad he always had great plans
He’d take us on walks for hours
But still he’d somehow keep it fun
I remember him with such fondness
And I am so sad he’s no longer here
He kept away the demons
He always kept away my fears
I think back at my younger days
We had no money but we were ok
He’d find enough money for a holiday
In s caravan but that was the only way
He was full of kindness and love
Though he struggled to show it too much
But I could feel it anyway
I look back upon those days
And smile and think of him and gaze
Into nothingness and I’d find that I am blessed
To see those memories displayed
By mind time and again
Those were good times and good days.
✌🏾💛
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Thank you 🙏
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Lovely, really like (and can relate to) this!
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Oh my goodness!!! I love this memoir-style poetry so much!! 💛🙏
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Thanks very much, it nice to write about, I am glad you enjoyed it and appreciate it. 💛🙏Faux
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