My Dad, I still remember you,
Although it’s been many years
I feel your love remain here with me,
Your comfort wipes away my tears.
I talk with you almost daily,
As though you were never gone.
I still hear your deep voice
As you sing your sailor songs.
As that little girl, on your lap I sat,
And I always knew I was at home.
As a woman you always told me
To be myself, I’d never stand alone.
Copyright @ 2003 M. Doris Fuller
This poem I wrote for my friend Barbara,
For her wonderful Dad, Gerd Kaspar Stroeder,
Who was born on December 18th 1924 and
Went to Heaven on November 16th 1993.
This picture is of Gerd when he was young with
his daughter Barbara and his wife Waltraud.
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