You were small,
Retiring,
Tender
Like a supple branch.
You were unassuming,
A smile
Rather than a laugh.
You were
The best Dad.
You were soft,
But your beard
Tickled my cheek
When I kissed you.
When I was little,
Your eyes
Rested on me
As if I was
Your jewel.
But time passed,
And I grew up.
You faded
In front of my eyes,
But you did it gently
And I never noticed.
You left
And I couldn't say goodbye.
It was all so commonplace,
So normal.
You just got a bit sadder,
A bit smaller.
Silent.
Gone.
I'll never forget you, Dad.
You were
The best Dad.
The best man ever.
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Author Notes
My dad suffered from diabetes, that's why he was always so thin. He died at the age of 63. He loved life and was a wonderful man.
In the picture above, you can see us together in the centre of Madrid. I guess the year is 1970.
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