Father Death Poem

I wrote this poem to honor my father. He passed peacefully at home of bone cancer with family at his bedside. I am blessed to have been there in those final days and moments. There was no greater honor he could have given me. I love you Dad.

Dad

© James Brown
Dad is the one who is there, always without question.
He is the one who holds us all together, through good and bad.
Dad is the one who loves us for who we are and all that we are.
He is the one that inspired us to be who we are.
Dad is the one who loves us unconditionally.

Dad is the one who chased away the shadows in the dark of night.
He is the one who carried us when we could go no further.
Dad is the one who guides us, even when he is lost.
He is the one who leads the way to ensure the path is safe.
Dad is the one whose hands hold ours to comfort us.

Dad is the one whose laugh fills the room with joy.
He is the one who smiles and lights up the world.
Dads is the voice that echoes in my mind, to lead me on the right path.
He is the one I see when I sleep.
Dads is the breath that gives us all life.

Dad is the one that held my mother tight, loving her through it all.
He is the one that she loved more than all other loves.
Dad is the one who held me strong when her journey here was over.
He is the one who stood strong through all of the pain and tears.
Dad is the one that comforts my sorrow, even in his hour of deepest pain.

Dad is the one whose hands were callous from work, whose touch is soft and gentle.
He is the one whose heart is tender, whose spirit is loving and kind.
Dad is the one whose soul is pure and untainted.
His are the hands that I hold to comfort him in his hour of fear.
Dad is the one that I love and is part of my soul, always.

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Published: Jul 2011

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