It's the little unexpected things...
Someone was reading The Ghosts from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Hiawatha poem on BBC Radio 4 just now, and it reminded me so much of my Dad. When I was little, he used to read parts of this poem to me before I went to sleep at night. I love the rhythm of the poem, it's almost magical and draws you in. In my head I can still hear my Dad reciting it. I still miss him so very much.
posted by Pink Cupcake @ 3:56 pm
5 Comments:
That is such a nice memory to have. So sweet.
Hi there! Thanks for the comments! I am linking u today! Visit often!!! :)
God, that's made me well up! Know what you mean, feel the same way every time I hear Sara (Bob Dylan) - my dad used to play that to me.
((((((you)))))) I know what you mean.. I miss dad every nite.. cause before I went to sleep in the night he would tuck me in and give me my last glass of water for the day.. Oh well... Cherish the memory
Awww, thanks for sharing your memories too, Clare and meehikha. :)
Harmonia - I'll be sure to visit often, and I'll be linking next time I update my blogroll.
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