I think of him in earnest,
For these few minutes my mind is not at rest,
For he is no longer earthly
And the scars hurt so deeply
I think of him with love,
And wonder how he has adapted up above,
His humour should help with the other deceased,
To life we are only leased,
This I understand but it doesn’t mean my pain has decreased.
I think of my father every day,
And think of how he has moulded me into who I am in such and such a way,
Of his smile,
How he must have looked on his wedding day at the top of the aisle
And how he has prepared my sister and I for each and every future trial.