Three months have passed.
I'll never forget the day
Someone rang to tell me
That you'd gone away.
The hurt is the same,
Like an open wound.
There are days
I don't utter a sound.
Some days the pain is stronger.
It makes me sick and weak.
I can't stand this much longer.
I just sit here and weep.
I've shut my private door
And let no one in,
Locking myself in a box.
They try, but I won't give in.
You were like a rock,
Strong, faithful and true.
What worth has my life
Now that I don't have you?
I was your first born,
Daddy's little girl.
I took my own path
But was still part of your world.
I was not the best,
Guilty of neglect,
But you know, Daddy dearest,
I had so much respect.
I always loved you,
My dad, my star.
Now my pain is
To worship you from afar.
I love you now
As I did back then.
I just hope... one day
I will see you again.
I am so proud of you,
Brave and strong to the end.
Now when asked, "How are you?"
There is no need to pretend.
We all love and miss you so much; sleep well,
and take care of all who went before you.
Forever in my heart!
Missing My Dad
About two months ago I lost my father. I cannot say that it was unexpected, yet now I realize that there is nothing in life that can prepare us to bear this void. He remained in the intensive...
Wish You Were Here
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
Hello to all budding poets out there like myself, l was prompted to write something after the death of my father. Many people have liked what l have written and a few have asked for my permission so they could use it at their father's funeral. Well l have decided that if my words can comfort someone or express how they feel, at a time time when...
Nothing hurts like the feeling of losing a father. I lost mine on December 25, 2019. I never thought that I would lose him too soon. My father took a piece of my heart with him the day he left. I've never thought that I'd live without him. I never dreamed of living this life without him. He was always there in times that I needed him most. And he was always there for us all. We miss him more than words could ever day. There are days where I don't want to accept the fact that he's gone. Every day is a struggle. A heartache. Knowing someone who's always there had left us all behind. There is never a day that goes by that I do not think of him. I wish he was still alive. I miss his calls - his frequent check-ups to see if I'm doing okay. Dad, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts because you are no longer here. I'll try to be strong. But living without you is a heartache that never goes away.