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My Poem “Dear Dad”
Whenever a beam of sunlight touches us,
whenever a red-breasted robin
comes to visit us,
whenever we see a white feather
on the path before us,
whenever we feel someone
standing beside us,
whenever we see your face within our mind,
we know that you have returned to us
to make sure we are OK,
as you put your hand upon our shoulders,
as you continue to smile
your one of a kind smile,
as your blue eyes continue to shine
brighter than the stars of night sky,
as you continue to give us the gift of you,
as well as your amazing presence and radiating spirit,
as we all continue to feel
your everlasting love.
I can not believe that it has been
a year since I last saw you,
I can not believe that it has been
a year since I last heard your voice,
I can not believe that it has been
a year since I last held your hand;
every day, I still feel our bond and our connection...
every day, I can still feel your presence
and I have felt comforted by the knowledge
that I know you are now living a life
somewhere beyond what can be seen -
because you have visited me
and you have spoken to me
now multiple times in my dreams.
Life will never again
be the same as it was...
every day I think about you,
and I can still recall how
devastated and distraught
I was when I found out
that you had been taken from us...
I am not the same as I was,
nor could anyone hope to be
following the loss of someone
who meant the world to them,
as you will always mean to me...
I will always remember all that
you gave me and all that you taught me,
and I will continue your legacy
for as long as I live...
to me, you will always be
the best father anyone ever had
and you will always be
my inspiration and my hero,
my incredible and my always
near and dear Dad.
David William George Hastings
6th January 1949 - 8th December 2022
‘The Wolf In Us’ by Mark Hastings – Prologue: “The Wolf In Us” – part 7
My Poem “The Insight”
My father, my mother, my family, my friends, and I have shared many amazing and wonderful gifts of shared experience together - however, on more than one occasion, above all the gifts of reciprocation, the psychic and empathic bond that I have had with certain people still continues to thrill me and to further convince me that what we think, what we feel, what we say, what we share is sometimes inaudible and only known by those who we have opened up to and those who we have given a part of our soul. Since I was a child, I have put my trust in people... since I was a child, I have put my faith in fate... since I was a child, I have put my heart into a circle of family who became my world... since I was a child, things have changed in some ways - whereas, in some ways, some things have remained the same: one of which being, I have always preferred to be early for something than to turn up to something, somewhere, late. I have always had heightened senses that told me that something was happening or that something was about to happen that though it would be out of my hands whatever it was would have a profound effect on me... I have always had this gift to be able to feel what and who lies beyond the invisible veil that separates the different versions of what is called "reality"... I have always had this instinct about certain things, even before I knew what they meant - and I have had experiences with certain people when we gave something to each other, and I know that what we had, though perhaps short-lived, meant something at the time. I have always loved having the secret knowledge that I could do the seemingly impossible - that I could go back to the beginning, relive moments when I was younger, and revist with the people who mean the most to me, as well as return to the places and to revist the people I knew from days and relationships gone by, where, when, and with whom I am certain I was fated to have known and to have been given the blessing of perspective because of that has only given more power to my one of a kind insight. Happy Poetry Day! 😊
‘Playing God’ by Mark Hastings (2018) – audio book: The Man in Blue – “Family”
“Remarks” #7: He was a legend
A Poem A Day #430: Fairfield Rise
A Poem A Day #428: Unbreakable Bond
A Poem A Day #426: That Which Matters Most
My Poem “World’s Best Dad”
There was no one like my Dad... there is no one like my Dad, and there never will be anyone like him... my Dad was the kindest, my Dad was the most giving, my Dad was the most generous, my Dad was the most loving man there ever was, and because of who he was those who were fortunate to know him and to have met him could never forget him... my Dad was one of a kind... my Dad was always thinking about others and doing things for others... my Dad had the most amazing smile and he had the most hypnotizing and the most beautiful bright-blue eyes... my Dad woke up every morning, he looked out his bedroom window as the sun began to rise, and though at times it was a struggle for him because of what life had put him through, he got up and put one foot in front of the other and he effortlessly was the best friend, the best brother, the best husband, the best father the world has ever known... my Dad was there for me all my life... my Dad will always be my greatest source of inspiration, strength, and he will always be my hero... my Dad and I shared so much together - but I would give anything to have more time with him, to do more things with him, to talk to him and to hear him say to me: "Do your best" - which was something that he used to say to me and which will always stay with me every day from morning till night... life will never be the same again, but not a day will go by when I will not think of my Dad, when I will not miss my Dad, when I will not love my Dad, when I will not do my best for my Dad; but, to be honest, I know, and I can feel, that he is still with me, that he is still with us - because he was the best man there ever was and I am the luckiest son ever to have had the world's best Dad.
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