I'Ll See You Later Poem by John F. McCullagh

'I'll see you later.' My Father said as they wheeled him off on the gurney.
'Good Luck, Pops.' my heart in my throat, as he went on his last journey.
He left us in that hot July, when the heat waves' course had run.
I wandered in shock and disbelief thru a world without a Sun.
For a long time after Pops had passed I struggled with depression.
Life went on for others; at least that was my impression.
Yet even in my darkest night I had my memories.
Sometimes, in the deepest sleep, Pops would return to me.
In his deep rich Irish Brogue he'd speak from beyond the vale.
My Memories of unconditional Love can never fade or pale.
To have been loved as we two loved; there is but one Love greater.
As I woke and rejoined the work-day world I whispered 'I'll see You Later.'