My Father.

You stood before me,
Always a smile upon your face -
You stood tall,
My father who was loved.

You lay in your coffin,
Always a corpse to be glimpsed upon -
You don't blink,
My father who lays dead.

You promised me a day,
When you'd walk me down the aisle -
Your arm would guide me,
To meet the smiling eyes of the groom.

You loved to laugh,
Always the cheerful sound to be heard -
You stayed strong,
My father who was a hero.

You used to be there,
Always in the picture -
You loved,
My father who is no longer here.

Reviews

[Donna]

I feel you on this, I lost my Father also, its something I don't think we get over. Your words were lovely!