My Father Poem by Ray Hansell

I know he didn’t have much
But that didn’t matter to me
As long as he was with me
I was always happy as could be

I know I took him for granted
Every kid does the same
But in my mind he planted
That life was more then just a game

But on that August afternoon
When I learned that he had died
I know he left far too soon
I remember how much I cried

When I saw him in the coffin
He seemed to be at peace
It was at that very moment
I realized his pain had ceased

He always had the answers
To any questions I’d ask
He knew so very much
Like who was under the Lone Rangers mask

I think of him so very often
I ask, why was he taken away
But I’ve come to learn the answer
So he didn’t have to suffer another day

Now Lord, I don’t if I should thank you
Or cut you down with words
But I guess you know what’s best
At least that’s what I’ve always heard

I know he went to heaven
For his final resting place
I know when I get to heaven
That I will see his face


9-4-05/RJH

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