It was easier to run because I did.
I ran away from my feelings and hid.
What could I ever learn, now that you are gone.
It seems everything I do now is wrong.
I miss the help and the way you were there.
No matter what you said, I'd be here!
I don't want to put anymore years into the next day.
There is no reason since you went away.
As if you didn't know
how many years you had before you leave.
Having no more tricks to pull out of your sleeve.
No more fight left in your will. No more battle up your hill. When is a good time to forgive. I'm still angry as I live.
Trying desperately to hold on. Memories are passing and will soon be gone.
I'm still trying to find a release for my grief. Will it come? Will it be had? I don't know. But I wish you were still here Dad.
I really felt your poem, I lost my dad last week, May 20th, to an aneurysm. Very unexpected, a complete and total shock, and I am still reeling from it all. I not only lost my dad, I lost my...
Published: February 2006