Saturday, April 19, 2014
Not much time has past since daddy passed away,
but I miss him more today than I have in a very long time,
it is tough to lose so many but life is full of people leaving,
who would want to stay in such a world of darkness? who would
stay in this place of Death and pain?
tough to go on, yet, that is our mission, those who have lost
loved ones, go on because the dead would want you to go on,
just another page of life written, and Eternity is on its way,
this is a weak poem from a son who misses his daddy, even at forty-two, I still call him daddy, the only one I ever had.
Topic(s) of this poem: grief