The End

In the beginning,
you were my dad,
you were my hero,
you were my everything.

The heart of a child,
the fun of childhood,
the love that could never be torn apart,
the unconditional value.

You were my teacher in life,
you were my most valued asset,
you were my strength,
you were my light.

Then you were my DAD,
you were my boss,
you were my disciplinary,
you were my fear.

The fear of doing wrong,
the disappointment in your eyes,
the way everything I did was wrong,
the way teenage years were withering our love.

You were my heart,
yet, at a distance,
you were my hero,
yet, you did not know it,
you were my everything,
yet, it was unapparent.

As the days drifted us further apart,
and the ways of our lives,
drove us to ends with no words,
you, were still, my father.

Then, in the end,
as the gun clanged,
and the tear fell from my eye,
you were once again,
my dad,
my hero,
my everything...,
Id just been too selfish to let it be known,
and now, it was too late.

I love you daddy,
and always have,
and in this 11th year,
I proclaim,
I am still shattered,
beaten and torn,
by the emotions of your ill suicide.