In Memory of my father

By  | February 23, 2011 | 0 Comments | Filed under: Poetry

Five years ago today,

You slipped right through my hands

I love you on your lips

Embracing God’s demand

Though you’ll never touch the keys

or Sing your songs again

Our memories will always carry

How you lived your life so Grande

I know your fear was great

More worried of our Mother

But for all your thought mistakes

Your valour more than doubled

You touched my life so gently

Gave it clarity and purpose

Taught me all you had to teach

Encouraged me beyond my reach

In the end you played your piano

For many others shared to hear

Making others happy

Forgetting all your fears

You liked your Irish Whiskey

You loved a ditty song

You picked up every note you played

By ear you played along

So I shall always miss you

Your music and your songs

The way you helped God touch me

They way we sang along

Always remebered Dad by me, Sean, and Seamus.


Born in Kitchener/Waterloo 1957. Moved to Galt at the age of six. Attended Stewart Ave, Highland Public, St. Andrews, and Southwood Highschool. A resident of Galt Cambridge, all my life, I have for the past six months lived in Arthur and keep in contact with friends and family via Facebook and The Citizen which I extremely enjoy. I have a Business Administration Diploma with Social Psychology and Materials Management through Conestoga College. I served on The Housing Board in the 90s for Cambridge Housing Acting together, took abuse support courses, and volunteered on the Board of Directors for a single parent organiations for over ten years called Parent's without Partners before me remarriage 2000 raising two sons on my own for over seventeen years, in Cambridge Galt. I have experience and education in abuse support, A.D.D. and A.D.H.D. and youth support. My hobbies until my physical limitations kicked in were hobby farming and horses. I have raised, bred, imprinted, trained, and broke horses as well as worked professionally has a horse trainer. I also had a kennel for several years raising German Shepherds. For the past seven years of my live I had been facilitating my parents through their sickness and death, and dealing with the reprecussions of physical and mental stress of being a facilitator. Currently I am introducing my self slowly back into the grind and hoping to obtain a form of employment I can also enjoy for the rest of my employable days while utilizing all my scholastic, experience, and sharable skills. I love to write, something my Father always encouraged.

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