This last good byeA Poem by ronTo my father (Paul Eugenie Pop) who has such a short time left to live. You gave me life and inspired me to live. You made the part of me that that grows everyday.This
last good bye Upon
the ashes of dreams and deeds, lies
my dearest friend… my
father. Upon
the memories of his life, hope
remains. He
was not a man large in life, but
he was larger than life. Life
showed through his eyes in the way he spoke, gentle
was his hand when it could have been strong, strong
was his hand with compassion. Across
my memories of him, I
see what he tried to teach me, I
hear the lessons in his breath. Now
his road has ended, softly
as the first springs wind, gently
as the summers breeze. Dear
father, through
the springtime of your life, you
learned how the stars can shine so bright. Through
the summer of your life you learned, that
the stars can be touched. Upon
the winter of your life, our
hearts are warmed by the wisdom of your words and deeds, and
your collections of stars. Your
passing will leave a great space to be filled. Let
your spirit soar over the hills, through
the valleys, and
softly caress the shores of our dreams. You
have been in places you never knew you visited, nor
dreamed you ever would touch. But
with each generation they will know you more and more, with
each breath they will learn to be strong. Gentle
is your hand that will shape their lives, softly
given wisdom will guide them through the trials and tribulations of their
lives. And
to the sea they will grow and grow. Let
no man nor woman, say
that you were less than a hero. As
night falls on this day, the whip-poor-will will
sing your song, as
the stars will make space for a new one that will shine this night. We
will travel through life with three sets of foot prints, one
is ours, the other yours, and
the third behind us is God's. Dear
father, your
whispered words shall forever guide us, along
the trails of the life that we travel. Though
you are not here in body, your
spirit is stronger in the wind that whispers in our ear, stronger
than you could ever know. To
the sea and beyond I will travel to be with you, in
this life and the next. Let
the snowflake of your spirit, brush
my soul and make it whole. Let
the memories of your life, make
the hearth of future generation, glow
beyond the fading sky. To
this road you have laid before me, I
might falter, I
might lose sight of it, I
may lose my way. But
I will find my way,
with
your guiding light. © 2014 ronAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on November 24, 2014Last Updated on December 10, 2014 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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