My love for my  father

feels

like a warm fire

like the morning sun

 

sounds

like misty rain

like soft wind through the trees

 

looks

like wildflowers in full bloom

like snow falling gently in the mountains.

 

My love for my father grows with passing time

and will last forever

and forever again.

 

Douglas B. Cowie

July 8, 1920 – August 30, 2010