Missing My Dad Poem: PAPA, I Miss You

Greetings, Hive Family, especially to this supportive Freewriters Community!

Like I always state in some of my posts, last July, I lost my father. He was my hero, my provider, and my greatest source of strength. When he got sick, I did everything I could. I left my job which is very far from him, used all my savings, and took on loans just to fight for his life. I made a promise to him years ago: that once I started working, he could rest. And he did. But not in the way I had hoped.

These past few months have been heavy. The pain still lingers, and last night, I dreamed of him again. I miss him deeply. Writing this poem is my way of honoring his memory and releasing some of the grief I still carry.

Missing My Dad Poem: PAPA, I Miss You 😔

I told you, Papa, when I got my first pay,
You’d rest your hands, no more work, no more fray.
I’d carry the weight, I’d shoulder the load,
You walked me to dreams—I’d walk your road.

Then July came, and you fell ill,
Hospitals whispered, time stood still.
I gave up my job, but not on you,
I fought with hope, as you always do.

I emptied my pockets, borrowed from fate,
Paid every cost, arrived too late.
You held on strong, but pain ran deep,
And in that silence, you chose to sleep.

Now months have passed, but grief won’t fade,
I see you in dreams, in light and shade.
Your voice still echoes, your smile still stays,
In quiet corners of my days.

I miss your laugh, your guiding hand,
The way you’d listen, understand.
I’m still the eldest, still holding tight,
But some nights, Papa, I lose the fight.

I did it all because I swore,
To give you peace, and so much more.
You gave me strength, you gave me grace,
Now I chase your shadow, trace your face.

Papa, I miss you, more than words can say,
But I’ll keep living, come what may.
For every tear, for every loan,
I carry your love, I’m not alone.

To anyone who has lost a parent, I see you. The pain doesn’t vanish. It transforms. Some days it’s a whisper, other days a storm. But love never dies. It lives in our choices, our strength, and the quiet moments when we remember.

Thank you for reading. This poem is for my Papa—and for every heart still healing. ❣️

NOTE: All the photos shared here are mine, originally captured using my mobile phone; just enhanced using the user-friendly CollageArt.