A writer...as was my dad...

Original post date: Saturday, November 29, 2008


A writer...as was my dad...

I was just given a book of poetry that my dad wrote...

I had no idea that my dad ever wrote any kind of anything. Another trait that I didn't know that I shared with him, creepy and interesting.

Here is one of his poems:



Far Away Dream

Tis a heart full of sorrow I hold tonight,
In my dreams I long and hold you tight;

But now I'm lonely and far away,
And all these things I can only say.

My heart I give to only you,
To have, to hold and to cherish true;

In return for this I only ask,
You love me like you have in the past.

But this for sure is just a dream
Of life and hope and forgetful schemes;

To take your heart and make it mine,
To love and cherish for all time.

L.W. Ivy - March 3, 1967




My dad was 19, about to turn 20 - his birthday was the March 25, 1947, when he wrote this. There are many more. Some I am truly amazed by.

I hope you enjoyed it, even just a fraction of the enjoyment I got from it.

goodnight.