The Missing Seasons

By jolono

Wed, 09 Nov 2011
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I'll miss him in the Springtime, when its drizzling with rain
I'll miss him most at this time, cos its Cheltenham time again
I'll miss him in the Summer when we turn up for a barbie
I'll miss him most at this time cos its Guineas, Oaks and Derby
I'll miss him in the Autumn when the leaves turn gold and red
I'll miss him most at this time cos its Hennesey and Whitbread
I'll miss him in the Winter when we all sit down to gorge
I'll miss him most at this time when I'm watching the King George.

To sum it up I'll miss him whether win, draw, lose or place
I'm allways gonna miss him when I'm watching horses race.

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Poems of Life and Love
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Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on
This feels very father and son, rather than say lovers or friends, I don't know why. It could be about a pet dog, there's nothing to give the impression that it's about a father, but that's what I picked up from it. It's lovely.

 

Submitted by jolono on
Sooz thank you it was all about my dad.

 

Submitted by jolono on
Thank you for your comments, I miss him every day.

 

Submitted by jolono on
I wrote this when I was cheltenham the year after he died. long story......

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Joe. 

Just found this - thank you for telling me about it, it's a treat. And I know how those special things can trigger the 'missing', but at the same time, we can still somehow feel close doing the things we used to do together with them.

Lovely poem which tugged at my heart strings.

Bee

Submitted by jolono on

Thanks Bee. Seems a long time ago now.

 

Submitted by G.A.Grim on

I can feel the emotions, you shared, while reading this. Lovely poem.

 

Submitted by jolono on

Wow! Amazed you found this G.A.Grim, written 5 years ago. Even more amazing is that today is the anniversary of his death! Thanks for the comments.