When my son was born, my father was in the hospital dying. He made it almost a whole before he left this world. I was only 24. He got to see his grandson. But he did not get to watch him grow up. My son is a lot like my father. This poem is about the two of them.
A Father’s Love Lives On
A love so near, yet so far.
I lost you way too soon, father dear.
A father’s love is so important to a child.
Alright, I know I was wild.
But, losing a father at 24.
That is a little much for anyone to endure.
Although some tried to take your place.
Your death is still hard for me to face.
I realize a father’s love can come from Heaven above.
I see you in the smile on my son’s face.
In his artwork that he loves.
You are a part of him
And he is a part of you.
But, I still feel blue
He did not have time to spend with you.
Thank-you for reading,
Much Love and Light,