Do you know how it feels to lose someone?
How you go through grief and pain?
I know how that feels,
and how it feels to always live in rain.
I remember it like it was yesterday,
how I stood by my dad's side.
And how I couldn't bear to look at him,
but all I did was cry.
I knew I couldn't help him,
I couldn't fix his pain.
I couldn't stop myself from crying,
I couldn't help him in any way.
I wanted to help my dad,
but they said it was too late.
How could it have come to this,
to this horrible fate?
My dad was loving,
he was a caring guy.
Maybe he wasn't perfect,
but he didn't cheat, steal, or lie.
I loved my dad.
I loved him with all my heart.
But there was nothing I could do.
It was too late from the start.
They said they caught it too late.
There was nothing they could do
but just let him pass on.
It was hard, but it was true.
It's been almost a year.
It doesn't feel like it's been that long.
And it still hurts,
but he's now where he belongs.
No matter what happens,
he'll always be loved,
until the day I die
and I join him up above.
He's up there somewhere with God.
He's in his rightful place.
And even though I want him back,
it's a tragedy I have to face.
Sometimes at night
I cry myself to sleep.
But through the year of darkness,
the depression I'll have to defeat.
His love
is what keeps me hanging on.
Love is a strong word,
Because it's kept me alive this long.
But there is one more thing
that I have to say.
My dad's love will go on and on,
and he's in my heart to stay.
A Poem Of Grief For Dad
My father died in my hand in the early hours of Tuesday 30/07/2019 while I nursed him as he suffered from hepatitis. My words to him then were, "However it ends, we'll always be together." I...
My Dad
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
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I'm very sorry to learn of your father's passing, and I give my condolences. I have a mother who doesn't like me, a faher who used to beat me up every time he got drunk, but I miss my dad from the age when he built a snowman in the garden and made a tunnel so that my sister and I could go through it. It's a distant memory in my mind, one that never will return, regardless of his dislike of me coming to the surface every time he was drunk. I still miss him. You only get one father in this life. He was my hero when I was young. I was the one who stayed downstairs with him while my mum worked in the kitchen. We would watch movies like Halloween, Rocky, Sinbad movies, and Tom Thumb. I even remember when Scrooge was on the one starring Albert Finny. I was siting on his lap while my sister sat on the sofa. The scene where he sent to hell. I asked my dad why did this happen to him. My father replied, "If you are cruel and evil you will go to hell." I remember this clearly. I will always be good.