A sweet little poem

[susiesue]

It will be three years next month since David died and today my son posted this moving little poem he wrote on Facebook:

'A little poem about someone I think of everyday and why they are still on my phone.

The number in my phone is my home.

The house is the same, all that's changed is the name

People may say that it's time to delete you

It makes me stop and smile, thinking of the person I once knew

Deleting your contact would be too much

It's not like they've gone forever, as such

A small part of me knows you live on

If I delete you then you're truly gone

So wherever you are, I hope you'll be glad

That on my phone your number will always say 'Dad'



That really brought a tear to my eye!

 

[jeany123]

Aw that's lovely, it brought tears to my eyes ,

Jeany x

 

[Izzy]

His lovely Sue.


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[Grannie G]

It`s wonderful Sue.

Your son might not say much about his dad but the poem shows how much and how often he thinks about him .

It`s a weepy.

 

[Varandas]

Very sweet.
The phone is a constant companion and therefore his Dad, too.

 

[Helen33]

Aww Sue. What a man David was. It's no wonder he is so loved by you all whether he is here or not. Lovely poem.

Love

 

[meme]

I saved and listened to some messages (which used to drive me mad and fill up my answer machine in just half an hour!!!)...from my mother after she died...one of the last ones was her saying "I'm jolly tired so am going to bed (she was in bed day and night) so goodnight, sweet dreams, call me back please" I did.... goodnight and sweet dreams was written on her funeral flowers message..I let the messages go as the days saved for got less and less....I almost rang her phone no even though I had ended her BT contract, just to see !!! I have her phone no and all her carers/gp/district nurse/pharmacist etc on my phone and can't contemplate deleting for now...I think I will always keep her on my phone and address book too

 

[susankell]

When I'm in a sober mood

Years ago my dear old Da sent me a t-towel with the following poem on it:

When I'm in a sober mood, I worry, work and think,
When I'm in a drunken mood I gamble, play and drink;
But when my moods are over, and my time has come to pass
I hope I'm buried upside down so the world can kiss my ass!

He knew me better than anyone and I miss him so much!
x

 

[Candlelight 67]

Susankell

What a lovely little ditty on the t-towel . Is the t-towel in use? It made me chuckle.

Susiesue

What a moving poem. I can see where your son is coming from. Very heartfelt.

After my Father died I had my Parents number as an entry on my phone. I just could not delete it and just put my mother down. It has only gone last week because that phone is no longer in use. My Father died in 2009.

 

[Noorza]

Your son's poem brought tears to my eyes. What a lovely little man he is, you must be so proud.