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[title] => My Dad
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[bodytext] => No fixed raison d'être why he is my hero. Cocooned, in awe, as I revisit my dad. Amorphous truth, of a man who was. Time-warped, by untold regard. What a leadership, what a clout, dad’s endeavors impacted. Symbiotic, was I of this dutiful genius, Supportively overbearing, yet caring. Bravura, even though he had not riches. An indispensable magnum opus, Plenteous salutation, he endorsed. A no-nonsense persona enforced the rules. Exposed, phenomenal devotion for mummy. Together, they epitomized harmony and stanch. All the fathering I received spotlighted verve. Full of brio, but uncompromising to futility. My “Man Friday,” goes all-out benevolently, Pacify, and elicit, optimal prudence. To approach life as an adventure, Daring, to take a risk or two. He could trigger witticism into dour shindig. In actuality, I changed for the better, Owe him, the patent person I am today. A conscious role model, he remains. Intellectual notable of international fame, Hastening changes at every chance. Dispelled misfortunes, by his gift of worthiness. Synthesized Chance and harmony to the World. I cannot begin to elucidate the rest His life story in its very intensity The indescribable account condensed to a mere reflection and absolution. Few on their deathbed will regret Everlasting, yet in sum fully-lived. Coalesce vocation and family concerns. Today dad if you were to see me. I am downright chip off the old block. Your grand kids ace, warrants your pride. You nestled your first grand daughter Minutes after her birth, elevating Your prominence, to granddad. On hand, to name your grandson. Flaunted egoistic bliss on genetic bond. Eight years have passed, hence a silent void, An infinite hush, with your passing away Regretted nothing so much as, letting you go. Few precious moments were all I got. Minutes before you breathed your last. Softly I wept, watching you exit Pacified by incomparable consolation. When it comes to fathers, mine is worth keeping. Miss You Daughter [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 55 [informant] => buchi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 45 [ratings] => 9 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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