I did not weep when my father died.
The pain and heartache,held
inside.
There were no teardrops from
my eyes.
but my soul was screaming to the skies.
Mourners gathered,offering
sympathy,
for one who meant so much to me.
I sat and watched this sad parade,
that family and friends to
the coffin made.
I focused on that precious
man,
who consoled,and inspired as no other can.
I could not fathom,that from
now on,
my beloved father was forever gone.
I remembered how loving he could be.
He sacrificed daily for his family.
He was so proud of my brother and me.
The look on his face,so
joyful to see.
If this had proven,only a dream,
this desolation,would never
have been.
Acceptance will come,as it
must,
for these tragic losses,one must adjust.
My father will live in my memory.
No force on earth,can take that from me.