Father Death Poem
Death is not the end, it is only a bridge to another place.
My Dad
©
Disarae G. Kuhn
I know this man
Who is dear to my heart
Suddenly one day
It was torn all apart
This man taught me every thing
That I needed to know
But I never really listened
Until he had to go
He gave me love
And touched my life
Its all over now
He no longer has to fight
He tried to teach me
Right for wrong
The day he left
I wasn't that strong
He is gone now
It is hard to believe
This man is my dad
Who I will never see
But I will see him again
This I know
The day will come
When its time for me to go
So, I'll hold him dear
And close to my heart
Cause the day we meet
I know we'll never be torn apart.
Who is dear to my heart
Suddenly one day
It was torn all apart
This man taught me every thing
That I needed to know
But I never really listened
Until he had to go
He gave me love
And touched my life
Its all over now
He no longer has to fight
He tried to teach me
Right for wrong
The day he left
I wasn't that strong
He is gone now
It is hard to believe
This man is my dad
Who I will never see
But I will see him again
This I know
The day will come
When its time for me to go
So, I'll hold him dear
And close to my heart
Cause the day we meet
I know we'll never be torn apart.
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