Harvey Littlejohn Low (February 28, 1922 – June 3, 2016)
On the day my father died
I planted flowers in my sister’s garden —
Lemon and marmalade marigolds
Sapphire lobelia
circling
Garnet geraniums.
This is a poem I wrote when Dad and I were still going out fishing in his boat. On the way back to shore he would hum strains of songs I had grown up with. His humming always signaled to me that he was happy.
When daddy hums
my heart is at ease
thoughts come untangled
troubles release
His baritone lilting
softens all woe
providing a shelter
for me to come home.
Lindy Low Le Coq (revised August 2013)
Lindy Low LeCoq 
my thoughts are with you and your family. what a full life he lived, what treasures he shared with you.
Thank you, Judi. We are all in our different stages of grief. I feel blessed to have good friends who lift my spirits!
Thinking of you at this time. Your poem is a beautiful tribute and the comforting sound of his hum will always stay with you in your heart.
And, when I hum he resonates as well. Thank you for your kind thoughts.
So loving and beautiful. So sorry for his passing. Lovely memories will endure!
Thank you for your kind thoughts. I do agree: “Memories, you see, last longer than anything else.” Margaret Sangster
So sorry for your loss, Lindy. God rest his soul.
He is in me and all around me. Thank you for your kind thoughts.
Well, as Walt Whitman suggested: We all reflect (and are) eternity.
Thank you, Tom. Hi love lives on in his family.
Now that looks like a real character…. so you must have made lots of great memories together.
Oh, yes we have many great memories as a family!
Lindy,
So sorry for your loss. Your poem is very touching. For someone who lost a dad at age two, the relationship you had with your dad is my dream! Hugs and Kisses as you move through the healing process.
Oh, Jocelyn thank you so much! More later via email. Hugs.
This is way late, but I wanted to offer condolences as well. Your posts about your dad have been wonderful, and I can see your family was truly blessed to have had him. Thank you for sharing your stories, poems and images.
Thank you, Jill. I wasn’t able to respond (at the time) to the kind thoughts others sent me here, so your ‘late’ condolence reminded me to do so! I feel blessed for the lessons Dad taught me. He will live on in my stories and poems.