#freeverse #poetry
I miss my small child's hand
In your large one, making me
Feel safe and fuzzy with love.
I miss your goodnight kiss,
Bestowed upon my forehead,
To send me into dreamland.
I would give anything to see
You ensconced in reading the
Evening newspaper once more.
Your prematurely white hair
That folded into wave patterns
Above your black framed glasses.
I want to hear your strong voice
As you cheered on your horse,
On the racing on the television.
That hint of an Irish accent dulled
By years of living in Lancashire,
Singing only the first lines of songs.
Your smell, a mixture of soap,
And Capstan Medium cigarettes,
A whiff of Old Spice at the weekend.
I loved that you showed you loved me
Unconditionally, in your quiet way,
A man economic with the spoken word.
You were my Dad, the man I measured
All others against and found them
Wanting - you were the hero I adored!
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2026
*In loving memory of my Dad, William John Nelson 05/01/1917 (Armagh City)- 13/07/1980 (Oldham), forever in my heart*
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