~In Memory of My Father ~

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
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)

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16 Responses to ~In Memory of My Father ~

  1. judigoldberg says:

    my thoughts are with you and your family. what a full life he lived, what treasures he shared with you.

  2. 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.

  3. SwittersB says:

    So loving and beautiful. So sorry for his passing. Lovely memories will endure!

  4. de Wets Wild says:

    So sorry for your loss, Lindy. God rest his soul.

  5. Well, as Walt Whitman suggested: We all reflect (and are) eternity.

  6. Now that looks like a real character…. so you must have made lots of great memories together.

  7. Jocelyn Merhab says:

    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.

  8. 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.

  9. Lindy Le Coq says:

    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.

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