I wonder how it will be when I stand up on that podium for everyone to see.
For how can the span of a lifetime be expressed in just a few short paragraphs?
Will the wisdom of the bygone years shine through the trembles in my voice?
And will the fond moments remembered bring a smile or a laugh?
I wonder how it will be when I stand up on that platform overlooking my lifelong friends.
For how can I possibly front a sense of strength in that moment of despair?
Will the humore of his ways triumph in the way he intended?
As if he was still there?
I wonder how it will be when the creator of my life lies so quiet there.
Will I put into words the love I've for him always had?
I wonder how it will be when I'm there...
there grieving for my dad.
