My Dad 1 Poem by Donna Saphier

The best friend I have ever had
Was my one and only special dad
When I was young he looked so big
His fingerswere stained where he held his cig

But my Dad was the best
He was big and bold
Kid's shouldn't be heard
I was always told

He took us camping
he tried his best
I can still remember
His old string vest

He didn't have much money
But we alway's did cope
He made the best swing
Out of little bit's of rope

As I got older
He became my best friend
I could talk to him
For hours on end

He was my best buddy
And I loved him so
He taught me to respect
As he watched me grow

Now I am older
The tables have turned
As I try to remember
All that I have learned

I now care for my dad
He's become so weak
He hasn't got the breath
And he struggle's to speak

I can see he's in pain
He tries hard not to show it
But cancer will win
I'm scared, but I know it

I feel so helpless
As he waste's away
I just sit by his side
Day after day

Then one sunny evening
At the end of June (2006)
He passed away
In his own front room

I kissed his head
And I said goodbye
I know that he wouldn't
Want me to cry

I touched his face
I felt every line
The Dad that I loved
Had served his time

His eyes were closed
His skin was pale
My poor old Dad
Felt cold and frail

He's now off to heaven
To unite with my mum
And we'll meet again
When my day does come

Sleep tight
I'll love you always and forever
Loving you always
Forgetting you never

R.I.P