Life is a paradox

Waking up to the winter's coldest day,
So early and bright
My dear mother
Who was all that we had
Showed great love and affection
She held my sister and I
So nearby, so determined

So close, yet so far
Feeling stronger, yet so weak
And for the sake of us,
she'd try and hold her tears.
But, I had a mind of my own.
My Father always said, 'I was quite bright for my age'
I knew my mother was deeply missing my father,
Even if she didn't want to admit it

I could see it all in her
I see her cry day and night
More than Often
More than I'd I like to
yet she hide it deep down
burring it with rest
As day to day passes
pain after pain surges.

As I look up, gazing at her
I could not possibly be mad nor happy
I could feel my poor mother's ach
Oh the ach of pain that this has caused
For all these long durable years, that has passed
Yet, the pain in our family
Continues to only grow not older but stronger
full of memory and hurt
the Ach of agony and misery

Looking contritely, I keep walking.
Yet, slightly squeeze her hand
so close and so tight,
simply to aware her of my presence.
Although my sister and I were only kids,
we deeply promise to take great care of mother.

Yet, I was only a child
just a six year old, who knew nothing
And that is all that I stand to be
But I am a child, who tried to figure
Why one day, I lost my dear father

I may be just a child
But I know much love, lost, pain and grave
Yet, we live in a world
where we are labelled
And stating fact, I was only a child
What could I possibly know?
Once more
I slightly look back down
Walking slowly towards
the cemetery gate

There near by
Where in an old coffin
buried deep down in the ground
Laid my poor father
Who was a great man
And a great father to my sister and i
Who looked a upon those
That felt vulnerable more than often
In need of secure and comfort
A man who put others, before his own

Yet, no one turned to him
When he was no longer on his feet
No tears went down
When he was buried down
I may have being a child at the time
But I recall the painful deed
Of those who were ungracious

My Father was gone
Yet, Bells still rang
Cars still passed by
Lovers still loved
Friend still played
But dear father forgive them
For I still recall all my memories with you
My father
My inspiration
My hero
You're not forgotten
You'll always have me