On Angels' Wings

A golden light surrounds him
For the very last time. I try to
yell my goodbyes but all he does
is turn around. I stretch my arms out
for him hoping he will notice and run
as fast as I can. But all my attempts
have been in vain he can't here me
at all. His image starts to fade and
his white wings unfold. For now my dad
is dead and gone floating on angel's wings.