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| Although this "page" has nothing to do with Genealogy, you are welcomed to view it. It is included here as a memorial to my father, Robert F. Swager, and in loving gratitude to my mother, Letitia Jane Swager-Perkins, whose love, understanding, respect, and support for one another have been an inspiration to me. [NOTE: While I make no claims of being a professional poet (or writer), the words and the sentiment in the following poems are heartfelt and meant to express my love and respect for the two most important people in my life - my parents.] |
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| A love shared unselfishly, Dreams and plans made by two, Never demanding, always supporting, This is the "love" I've learned from you. Dreams too often sacrificed, But never keeping score, To help the one you hold so dear, This is the "love" you've shown me before. Through troubles, trials, and triumphs, Goals met and plans torn apart, Protecting each other and always caring, This is the "love" that shines from your hearts. Someday, I hope, I too will find, This rare kind of love you share, A love so strong that nothing can break it, A special kind of "love" that will always be there. (This poem was written by me in July of 1977 as a gift to my parents for their 25th Wedding Anniversary. It was also read aloud during the Memorial Service for my father after his death in 1991). |
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| I hunger for the lost years of the past, That now are faded photos and childhood memories. Of the times of laughter and love and family fun, As I grieve for the tomorrows that will never be. No more building snowballs and silly snowmen, In those rare Texas snowfalls that happen years apart. No more will I hear you sing the "Wabash Cannonball", Or giggle at the funny songs you played on your guitar. No more will I see the childlike sparkle of joy in your eyes, Or listen to, and join in, your funny and infectious laugh, As we all sat watching Saturday morning cartoons together, For such moments are now only echoes from the past. Yet, I can still hear your voice and see your smiling face, As my mind recalls those precious golden memories, And my eyes fill with the tears as yet unshed, As I whisper to the heavens, "I still miss you Daddy". (This poem was written sometime after 1991, as a way for me to deal with the grief and heartache caused by the sudden and unexpected death of my father. Even after all this time, I still grieve for him and I shall always miss him - especially his humor, his laughter, and his songs). |
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