The death of a father is one of the most difficult losses in a person's life. A father is a supporter, a protector, a first teacher, and a role model. His passing leaves an irreparable void in the heart, a pain that cannot be expressed in words. Memories of him are both joyful and bittersweet: his wise advice, strong hugs, sternness and tenderness, care and love. Poems about a deceased father help express grief, preserve his memory, and find solace in the knowledge that his love will forever remain in the soul. These poetic lines are a tribute of respect, gratitude, and eternal love to the most precious person who taught a person how to live and gave them a start in life.<\/p>\n
\nDad, you've gone, leaving a void so deep it can't be measured. How can I live on, how can I find my dream, when you're gone to believe in me? You were my support and my protection, you taught me to be strong and honest, your love was my prayer, and your voice was a wonderful parting word.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMemory of my father<\/h2>\n
\nI remember your kind eyes, your strong, work-weary hands, how you taught me not to shed tears, to be courageous in life's separation. You were always a role model for me, working without sparing your time or effort, so that your family would never know need or hunger, trouble or burden. Your wisdom, your golden advice will forever remain in my memory, even though the days and years have passed, your image will never fade.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEmpty chair<\/h2>\n
\nYour chair is empty by the window, Where you loved to sit in the evenings, Looking out at the quiet street, And thinking about the years you've lived. Now I sit in your place, Trying to feel your presence, But the emptiness weighs on my heart, And tears flow alone.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFather's hands<\/h2>\n
\nYour hands, dad, were so strong, They held me when I was falling, They lifted me up when the days were dark, They protected me when the world crushed me. These hands built our home, They worked tirelessly, So that we could live in warmth, in our own, Without knowing grief, dwelling in happiness. Now these hands are no longer there, They won\u2019t hug me, won\u2019t stroke my head, But their memory is like a bright light That illuminates my path in destiny.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe last farewell<\/h2>\n
\nI stood at your grave, Not believing that you were gone forever, Tears flowed with such force that my heart was breaking with grief. I kissed your cold forehead, Whispered: "Forgive me, farewell, my dad," But you didn't hear, didn't take me away, You went to where there is no return.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFatherly love<\/h2>\n
\nYou loved me with a strict love, You didn't spoil me, but you were always there, You taught me to cope with pain, To be responsible, to walk in a straight parade. I didn't always appreciate your lessons, Sometimes I resented your strictness, But now I understand - those prophets, That you prepared me for life, for its wickedness. Your love was deep and strong, Like a rock in a stormy sea, And although you are gone, your precise trace, Forever kept in my heart, a support.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFatherly advice<\/h2>\n
\nHow often I recall your words, the advice you gave me, your wisdom was right, helping me through my difficult life. "Be honest, son, always and everywhere, don't betray your principles for gain, work hard, and success in the struggle will come to you, bypassing all benefits.".\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nI became a father<\/h2>\n
\nNow I'm a father myself, a dad, and I understand how difficult this role is, how much strength and love it takes to raise children and overcome pain. I try to be like you, to give my children everything they need, to teach them goodness, to make their dreams come true, and to be a strong, clumsy support. It's a shame you didn't see your grandchildren, didn't hold them in your arms, but I'll tell them about their grandfather, about the sounds, so that your memory lives on forever.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDad's jacket<\/h2>\n
\nI keep your old jacket, It smells like you, dad, Sometimes I hug it like a companion, I remember you, tears flow like from a faucet. This jacket is like a piece of you that remained with me, In it I feel your presence, As if you were nearby, alive.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBirthday without you<\/h2>\n
\nToday is my birthday, Dad, But there is no joy in my soul, You won't congratulate me as rudely as before, You won't hug me, you won't say a word. I remember how you always remembered this date, You gave gifts, albeit modest, But for me they were like a reward, Because they were from you, my dear. Now I celebrate without you, And the holiday seems incomplete, I miss you, Dad, I remember you, And my heart aches, like a sick person with a cold.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAt the cemetery<\/h2>\n
\nI come to you at the cemetery, bringing flowers and candles, standing at your grave, in silence, talking to you as if at a meeting. I tell you how things are going, what's new in life, even though you don't answer, but my soul feels your presence in the homeland.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPaternal legacy<\/h2>\n
\nYou left me not money, not houses, but something more valuable and important. You left me your lessons, your connections, your honesty, your hard work, everything good. You taught me to be a man, to value family and cherish friends, to be true to my word, to last forever, to live by my conscience, to go about my business. This legacy is more precious than all riches. It lives in me and will live on. I will pass it on to my children, to my brotherhood, so that your memory will live on.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDidn't have time to say<\/h2>\n
\nI didn't have time to say "thank you" for everything you've done for me, I didn't have time to say "sorry" for the hurts I caused you when I was young and mature. I didn't have time to say "I love you, dad" as often as I would have liked, now these words sound like a wound that cuts the heart like knives.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDad in the heart<\/h2>\n
\nYou're gone, but you're forever in my heart, You live in my every action and thought, I feel you as if behind a door, Standing and watching my life. Your love, your wisdom, your strength Have remained with me, not gone, They guide me, give me wings, Help me overcome all paths. Thank you, Dad, for everything you gave, For life, for love, for science, You were and always will be the best of dads, My hero, my support, my science.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSee you later, Dad.<\/h2>\n
\nFarewell, my dear father, Sleep peacefully in the damp earth, I know this is not the end, We will meet again. Where there is no pain and suffering, Where there is eternal peace and light, I will embrace you without farewell, And we will be together for many years. But for now I live and remember you, I carry your legacy throughout my life, You are always with me, in my destiny, My dad, my hero, my signs.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"The death of a father is one of the most difficult losses in a person's life. Dad is a supporter, a protector, a first teacher, and a role model. His passing\u2026<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[59],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135026","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135026","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135026"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135026\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137843,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135026\/revisions\/137843"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135026"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135026"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/imgist.ru\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135026"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}