Cleaning out your things.........still standing by.

How it became my duty I will never
quite know and yet
I would have it no other way
there are no regrets

Yet today are gone and I remain
yours .....your son
As I sorted through old drawers I found your
pipe and tabacco in one

And a coffee can full of old
bent screws and rusting nails
Now we throw them away Dad
same thing with the old pails

An old hammer ....a jacket in your size
I could've never matched
Your old baseball cap
"red sox" ......a few games we watched

I kept your pocket knife for years
and gave it to your grandson my nephew
The one I got you for Fathers day......
the blade was almost sharpened through

Not that I wouldn't have loved to
keep it just for me
But that boy cried a lot ........he smiled though your
gift set him free

And even my little girl remembers
just as well do I
That fathers never go away
they just stand by

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b. Malin 4 years ago

A very Beautiful, Poignant read...Ode to your Dad...I could relate...I will always Miss my Father, and wished he'd been able to see how his Grandchildren turned well as myself. But sometimes I think, when I look up at the sky, that maybe he has!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. This is a great tribute to dads. Lost mine when I was 10. Miss him lots but know he is never too far watching over me.

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addingsense 4 years ago from kerala

your poem is great. As i read it from start to end i felt it. It is appreciable that you are using your imagination to share to your friends. It is a great hub and i am expecting great hubs from you in the future,

sensing by,


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Christopher Price 4 years ago from Vermont, USA


This is well written, and touching.

I have witnessed family members swarming and squabbling over deceased parents belongings. Although it can be a painful task, you are fortunate to have been able to take care of things with the dignity and appreciation your father would approve of.



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Movie Master 4 years ago from United Kingdom

A very beautiful poem....

'that fathers never go away

they just stand by'

A very comforting thought....

Best wishes Lesley

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vocalcoach 4 years ago from Nashville Tn.

Oh how I relate to this. I could hardly bare to go through my son's things. It almost drove me crazy. The items that I kept for myself and for his children are tucked away as it just hurts to much to look at them.

Your poetry is so tender, so real. I join you in the heartbreak of losing your dear father and am sending you a warm hub hug. Up and across, but not funny.

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Ah my. Brings tears to my eyes.

Daddysgirl 4 years ago

Tears dad! Lots of us miss grandpa! I still so clearly hear his roaring laugh! I will see him again one day.. Though uncle Al looks more like him everyday...but so do you daddy. I miss you lots!

Daddysgirl 4 years ago

I can never imagine how hard it must be to go thru belongings of deceased parents. I myself am not afraid of death...I just fear the loss of loved ones! I know that you better come back to haunt me. Love you lots daddy!

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raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

so touching sir, a child never forgets...lovely poem...

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ahorseback 4 years ago Author

Raciniwa, You have to be the kindest person on hubs , thank you!

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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Beautiful, moving, so true to life. My brothers and I took care of my father's things and cleaned out his house 18 months ago. Wish I had had your poem then. I think I would have read it aloud to my brothers and somehow we would have felt comforted. Thank you. Sharing.

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ahorseback 4 years ago Author

phdast, Little do we realize that we are never "alone", I would have read it for you! And may god bless you and your brothers , we change places in a way , when our parents leave us physically . Thank you for sharing and caring!

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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

I am crying as I write this, but it good crying. not the bereft, how can I go on? sort of crying. In hopes that you will not mind I am sending copies of your words to my brothers. Thank you again. Blessings.

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ahorseback 4 years ago Author

phdast.... Of course ! Please keep it as your own , my gift to you , a small one !. And by the way ...the tears are for the joy too , of a joining of spirits!........Even now twenty years after losing my parents , I still drive by the cemetery and blow a kiss to them ! They are still right there you know ! All of them ! dry those tears....:-}

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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Thank you. And you are right, the tears are for the joy and goodness, too. And they are still there and we are with each other in spirit. I know the comfort will grow in time and the loss will become less sharp.

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ahorseback 4 years ago Author

phdast , Bless you for who you are ! I am reading a book about the Cheyenne Indians and an elder says " We honor most our young and our elders because they are closer to god ", that about says it all !

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