The following poem commemorates my emotions at the death of my beloved father and the fact that at the time of his death, he thought of others as he did all throughout his life. My father was an organ donor and fittingly donated his corneas so someone could see through my father’s eyes. I love and miss you Dad, enjoy a little light reading. Jeff Baird My Father’s Eyes From long ago, memories fill my mind: I would watch and learn. Sometimes it was hard to follow in his footsteps: He demanded a lot from himself and from me. Sometimes I would not understand: At the time I didn’t know My Father’s Eyes. Slowly I grew and became a man: Many times, I would become hesitant and frightened. Something always kept me going: He was so good at providing for me. I didn’t realize my safety net was always there: Slowly but surely, My Father’s Eyes opened. I cheered, I failed: I laughed, I cried. But always in the background I could hear: That’s ok # 1 son of mine. My Father’s Eyes opened wide. My eyes cry often these days: As I look back and remember. With fondness and love: With sadness and sorrow. But it’s become clear: These are my Father’s Eyes. Through the grief that weighs me down: And the sorrow that clouds my mind. A light appears: My job is clear. My son, My Daughter, My life, My Father’s Eyes, Are one and the same.
Sally Paradysz wrote from a book-lined cabin in the woods beside the home she built from scratch. She was an ordained minister of the Assembly of the Word, founded in 1975. For two decades, she provided spiritual counseling and ministerial assistance. Sal completed undergraduate and graduate courses in business and journalism. She took courses at NOVA, and served as a hotline, hospital, and police interview volunteer in Bucks County, PA. She was definitely owned by her two Maine Coon cats, Kiva and Kodi.
Sal is missed by all who knew her.
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Jeff, What a moving and tender tribute to your father. Thanks for sharing such a piece of your heart.
Thank you for your kind words
A wonderful, heartfelt sentiment. Thank you, Jeff.