To My Dearest Father:

I hate the pain I feel

Since the Death card was the deal

Father’s gone, we miss him so

But it is so hard just to let go

 

I miss my Dad, I truly do

The wounds I have, they just won’t sew

I try to see him, almost every day

But the more I visit I feel torn away

 

It’s been over a fortnight, the pain is vast

As I try to think of memories of the past

Some were bad but some were grand

And Dad was always there to lend a hand

 

I hope that he is in a better place

And take away the pain you saw on his face

For I believe that there is more to this world

And that my Dad will watch the heaven’s unfold

© 2005, Allen Scott Culp I