Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

A tall oak hovers high

Sun rays slip through its strong limbs

I remember Dad!

Remembering My Dad

My dad was not a very tall man.

But he was tall enough

to protect us from harm.

He was our sunshine,

everytime he smiled.

His kindness was eternal;

He’d always go the extra mile.

He befriended those who seemed

to need a friend the most

and when it came to celebrating life

he was the best of hosts.

Everytime I look up at the sky

I want to think

he is looking down.

I know he is present

in all the things

he taught me how to love.

Like opera and tangos,

Daisies and even sweet mangoes.

My father was not a tall man

but he was a giant to me

My hero, my protector,

A prince

for all my friends to envy.

Today I think of you more than ever