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Moving On Poem after Death

I wrote this after my dad died of liver cancer. I know he's in a better place & not in pain anymore but I miss him terribly. I am a recovering addict and at the time of his death I was still using and I know I let him down. I haven't used heroin since Dec. 1999 & hope he is proud of me now!

My Angel

© Cjr1217
I wake up in the morning
And I look up to the sky
I wonder why he took you
before I said good-bye

I look up to the stars at night
And know you're looking down
I'd like to think you're proud of me
But I'm just stumbling round

I crawl in bed and close my eyes
And realize that you're gone
Then comes the fears and then the tears
And life just seems so wrong

I glance up at the heavens
And I know you're flying by
My Angels watching over me
I'm happy as I cry

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Published: Aug 2010

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  • I though of my 22 year old daughter who lost her boyfriend to a heart attack (no drugs) at 23 yrs.old. It has changed her in so many ways. My mother-in-law who was my best friend. And my godson's mom who passed from a stroke. Who I miss every day. An angel to everyone she met. A sister to me. I am so alone. But God took his angels home.

    Mildred Colar Submitted Jun 2011
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  • Thanks to whoever wrote this poem your dad will be proud of you, like yourself I lost my father 10 months ago and what a wonderful dad he was, he died of cancer of the lungs but before that on the 31st Oct 2010 I lost my one and only son Patrick to an accidental heroine overdose. My son was in recovery for 8 months and one night of madness took his life but not only my son's, my own too because my heart is broken. I wish I was with him but I believe my dad was taken to look after my son. My wonderful son Patrick stay close to Granda God Bless xx

    Linda, Dumbarton UK Submitted 7/6/2012
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