The death of my father has hit me hard,
Creeping on me like a fog,
I fight my way gently through
The mists of time and see .....
The years of him, the years of me.
The photograph is by my bed,
He smiles, the words unsaid.
I cry for all that could have been,
It comes in waves, I grieve,
The sorrow will not leave ...... not yet.
Unfinished business cries my heart.
Now we're apart.
But in my mind there is a sense of healing to impart.
Memories seek and wreak upon the surface,
Troubled sea, a little child, a shoulder ride.
He swears I close my ears. A bubbling melee
Of the best and worst my dad could be.
Through it all I know ....... my dad loved me.
