In a world of cruel intentions
and endless noise,
you were the calm
the one soul who drowned out the ugly,
standing firm beside me,
no matter what.
I remember my first heartbreak,
my first real adult talk,
and every conversation after
our bond,
quiet, steady,
the kind others envied but few understood.
From rugby games to F1,
hands deep under a car hood,
or fixing a tap together
those were our moments,
ordinary yet everything.
But the most precious bond of all
was with my son
your pride, your light,
the joy that made us both whole.
I may not see you,
but I feel you
in the soft breeze,
the first burst of sunlight,
and that quiet strength within me
that still sounds like your voice.
Dadda,
each memory I fiercely guard,
as you once guarded me.
Each conversation replays
like it was only yesterday.
And I know today,
there’s a beer and a good laugh
somewhere up in heaven
because love like yours
never really leaves.
