I saw my father fifty two years ago, today I saw,
When I was one he was so real, I don’t remember.
I saw my father today from an old movie made,
Although he is not here, he was very real.
From many days ago I did see him move in motion,
Today after almost forty six years I watched him dance.
From nineteen sixty three, fifty two years ago on a screen,
The last time I saw him real was nineteen sixty nine,
From nineteen sixty three I saw him dance with life happily.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Beautiful!! Melancholically beautiful!!
Thanks always
On Fri, Jun 26, 2015 at 2:35 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Straight to the heart
I like you poem. I guess we each see our parents in one way or another. Early one morning I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw my father. Then I realized it was me.
My father died in 1969. I received a DVD converted from a home movie from 1963 in the mail. That’s the first time I saw him in motion, alive since I was 7.
On Fri, Jun 26, 2015 at 7:19 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Great Poem! My dad died just over twenty years ago and I still miss him.
Loss of a father is so sad, at any age.
It is an experience that stays with us forever.
I was fortunate to have my father until I was 45 years old – but the memories are still vivid since that day in 1988. I saw him in a dream one night – he was sitting in a chair and had my granddaughter on his lap – I wrote a poem about this. Our granddaughter was just a toddler at the time I had this dream – I’ve written a number of poems about him as well as my mother.
Thank you for your story.