Posts Tagged ‘Fathers Day’

The flags of my heart

Today they fly at half mast

Thinking of a father

Getting lost in the past

You never let me down

You never judged or hated

You stuck around

A rock to cling to in a broken home

I turn to all those memories

That time try’s to steal

Holding on to small things

Those artefacts that keep you real

You came for me in those dark spaces

Your love was never judgmental or faithless

Although you are scattered dust long dissipated

If I need you my heart knows the places

So the flags of my heart

They may fly at half mast

But the chorus of my soul is written in your image

I hope you hear it singing

Peter Anstiss
Copyright 201

Still missing Dad

Father’s Day, this year,
It is a bittersweet deal for me,
Falling on the anniversary of the death of my own dad,
How ironic is that?
It has rushed in on the coattails of my son’s last day at school,
As my daughters degree results on the doormat fall,
As new jobs and responsibilities command,
A different me,
It’s all change, it’s different rules,
I will have to get used to them not always being around,
While they are finding their own feet,
Treading their own ground,
Of course, I still miss my dad,
He always found the right words and never judged me,
He wasn’t perfect,
But we had a special bond,
One I strive to achieve,
With my own daughter,
With my own son,
They make me proud,
They are the best of me,
Being a good dad,
I am always working at that,
Perhaps that is why I am sad?
That dad never saw the whole of the story
Never saw my children’s triumphs, and glories
Sad at how little they got to know their grandad,
But glad that some of me,
Echoes the best of him, the best that I can do,
Still missing you, dad,

© 2015 Peter Anstiss



My father walks in undiscovered countries
That I wish to exist
I want him to know
At least by this boy, he is missed

He once said that
The trouble I caused
It was just thunder
When I could be lightning