#loss · another love poem · dad · memories

Burt’s dad David

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Dave_Burt_Frieda-longagoSo often it is the small things,

The little acts or habits a son recalls,

Fondly remembering gestures,

The tilt of the head, or the scrape

Of a spoon on a breakfast plate,

Those were endearing, dear man,

Minute but specific memories of

A father beloved and lost,

Watched over with affection,

While he cleaned his razor, and

Finished his egg

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Little things recalled

Paint a fond memory,

A father, missed by a

Loving son, is remembered

For small specific gestures

The scrape of a spoon on the

Breakfast plate, an expression

Tossed out so frequently that

It marks an attitude, a

Philosophy of a life led

Plainly but with care,

Simple habits, watched tenderly

This is how he cleaned his razor,

This is how he finished his egg

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