- If there was a way - something I could maybe say -
If I could only see him here, once again;
Hear his grand laugh - see his comforting grin -
God, I know I should've been there more -
So much now I want to ask... things I truly need him for;
Oh, but then I was always too busy running -
I suppose I'm running, from myself, still.
Ofcourse it's all now in the setting sun -
He has gone on ahead... crossed over the hill, and finished his run;
Yet, I do believe, someday, by the grace of God,
I too shall ride that final trail
When death gives me the last nod -
Then at long last we again shall meet face to face
With a wonderful embrace.
But, until that destined time
I pray I find
A way to be, when it's all said and done,
A better father, than I ever was a son.
I love you Dad -
I think about you every day -
I miss you more
Than I can ever find words to say.
Smoky, I had to wipe the tears before I could write the comment. I love the depth of this one. Sincerely, Constance
Oh Smoky, this left me in tears. Such a moving and understood poem, as I am sure many of us can relate to, well after they are gone....and we are left to carry on, without them around anymore. I can only pray, there will come the day, when we are able to hold them once again. Excellent poem.
A really beautiful poem. So well put together. Your words say it all. In one of your poems You say your looking for the perfect word, I think you might find your perfect word in This poem. Fantastic work.
very well written... it's sad how often we see clearly in retrospect... and how often we have to lose something or someone to know what we had... you portray the human condition well... and i would bet you're a great dad!
This is so beautiful smoky, I'm sure when you meet up with your dad he will put his arms around you and tell you he has always seen the good in you. Great write.
Absolutely beautiful Smoky, I guess we all have those feelings of not having done enough. That's the good son in you, always wanting to do more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My God this is still raw for me even after four years. Certain music plays and I rush to turn it off or the jukebox comes on with a certain tune. I instantly feel i need the bathroom, just to get away from it. Beautiful sentiments Smoky. Someone once said to me all the people you have acquainted in this life you'll meet on the other side. So if you go before me, expect a tap on the shoulder saying 'Smoky? Hi I'm Craig remember poemhunter? ...lol Your Dad knows how you feel Smoky...he'll be waiting.