This poem is about the death of my father.
|Your days were numbered with cancer you see,
but I was just too stubborn to agree.
The things I miss and can't get back,
if it weren't for you, dad, I'd fell off track.
Your encouraging words, so soft and gentle,
your love for me so sentimental.
I love you now and forever,
because of you dad, I'm now more clever.
I think of you often, day after day,
sometimes I kneel by my bed to pray:
Thank you Lord for the years that we had,
sometimes it helps, sometimes I get mad.
It was so much easier when you were here,
now that you're gone, I can't think clear.
But, I know you're around and you're watching every move,
I just can't get hold of this new "family" groove.
I struggle and struggle, with your being gone,
but, that's okay, dad, I'm just glad you made it home.
I love you daddy.