Daddy

Daddy

A Poem by Chris Shaw
"

(music can move mountains)

"
o mio babbino caro
let the sound of soulful singing
wash over me
pure and cleansing in its fall …
pouring like a mountain spring
cascading its crystal from craggy heights
caught in soft sunlight at the rise
of each new day

whenever i hear that song
sadness touches my throat …
the scent of distant pine trees lingers
stealing my slow breathing

you may have gone forever
yet you are never that far away



© 2026 Chris Shaw


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Lovely piece well put together about memories of someone special. Nice work

Posted 12 Hours Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Hours Ago

Many thanks Cully for your thoughts. Have a lovely Tuesday.
Wonderfully constructed, it's amazing certain songs bring us heartwarming memories and of course other memories however I really enjoyed how you embraced your words

Posted 1 Day Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Hours Ago

Thank you Symphony, yes songs can transport us in time can’t they? I appreciate your kind thoughts.. read more
Chris tell me is the first line is Italian because I speak Espanol if so " o my child I love you", if not I had enjoy the read because it a great tribute.

Thank you for sharing. The

Posted 1 Day Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Day Ago

Oh my dear papa is the exact translation Mauricio. I wrote this about my father. A tribute to him. T.. read more
Lovely sentiments addressed here Chris.
Good vibes.

Winston

Posted 6 Days Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Days Ago

I appreciate your thoughts Winston. Thank you so much for stopping by.
For all of us that have had the privilege of a loving father this poem strikes dear. Nicely written Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Your thoughts are greatly appreciated Soren. Thank you and a happy Tuesday to you.
Soren

1 Week Ago

My pleasure Chris
That first stanza is amazing in the imagery it creates, and the next 2 touch the heart. You make the reader want to smell those pine trees, and dry your tears. A wonderful piece.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Your encouraging words are very much appreciated Brandon. A big thank you.

Chris


I couldn't possibly agree more our Chris .. I was not a fan of my mum & dads music & nor they mine but whenever I hear something they really both enjoyed, you can bet I get a lump in my throat & my eyes moisten involuntarily .. Oh' & I especially love those two concluding lines .. Neville 💜


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

My Dad’s been gone 36 years now, but certain pieces of music can still completely stop me in my tr.. read more
The soul is well expressed through the sound.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you and I agree with you. Have a good Sunday.

Chris
Davidgeo

2 Weeks Ago

happy mothers' day
Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you kindly
Both scents and songs act as keys unlocking precious memories of times, places, people once loved, still loved. Enjoy your memories Chris, and know that separation is temporary, a blink of eternity’s eye.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Hello Michael, thank you for your thoughtful response. Very much aporeciated. Have a great Sunday. .. read more
This is so moving in its reverie and memory of a father who meant so much.
I have been missing my dad so much lately...And a certain song that was playing on a transistor radio one night when he and I were fishing.
Brings me right back to him every time I hear that song.
"Let's Live for Today" by the Grassroots...and I do think we should do that, but also not forget yesterday and those we loved.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you dear j. I will check that song out, that is so special to you. Really appreciate your thou.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..