Preserving Time Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

MY DAD WAS PASSING AWAY OF LUNG CANCER WHEN
I WROTE THIS BACK IN MAY 1999.

The day is coming,
it's the day I am going to dread,
I know it's getting worse because you are always holding tight onto your head,
everynight I panic because I keep thinking the Lord is going to take
you out from your bed.
I feel so helpless 'cause there is nothing I can do,
the only possible thing I can do,
is to make the remainder of your life as comfortable,
and as happy as I can,
why the really SUPER people have to go, this is something I'll never ever understand.

I am managing and learning to maintain,
the tears I am really trying to refrain,
I can't say I am not sad, and that I don't feel blue, to say it in fact,
the sad fact being, Pop, I am truly gonna miss you!