Dear Dad

My father passed away of cancer on January 31st 2015. This is dedicated to his memory. May it forever be on the Internet, and may his memory last forever. He will surely live on in the hearts and mind

Every day I think of you,
and all the things we used to do.

I think of all the talks we had,
always thinking about you dad.

I remember when we'd share some beers,
it's hard to believe it's been nearly a year.

Christmas is coming and I can't call,
the cancer went and ruined it all.

You fought so hard for so long,
just like always, you were strong.

Too young to go at only sixty-six,
it hurts so bad it makes me sick.

Three children have been left behind,
three children with you on their mind.

Two grandchildren who love and miss you too,
they didn't get enough time with you.

I'd give up anything to have you back,
it hurts just like a heart attack.

There is nothing that I wouldn't do,
to spend some more time with you.

I know we didn't see eye to eye at times,
but I was proud to say THAT dad is MINE!

I loved you dearly with all my heart,
even though I know we spent too much time apart.

I thank you for showing me that you cared,
when I really needed you, I knew you'd be there.

I know I can't keep dwelling on the past,
the more I do, the longer the pain will last.

It's time I know to try and move on,
and accept the fact that you are gone.

So I'm going to smile for the good times we had,
smile because you'd hate me sad.

Someday I know we will meet again,
I won't rush it, but I can't wait til' then.

I'll find comfort knowing you're with family and friends,
find comfort knowing my heart will slowly mend.

I'm sure you're up in heaven watching over me,
to see what kind of man I'll be.

Trying to be just like you,
is what I really want to do.

People say we look alike,
and I truly hope that they are right.

Because to me you were a great man,
so for you I'll do the best I can.

Precious were the thirty-one years we had,
my sweet and wonderful dear dad.

My poem must now come to an end,
I'll continue to love and think of you, until we finally meet again.

Reviews

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Passing at 66 is far too young. Its a proud son that can write a poem with such skill as this. I can see he raised a good one. I'm sorry for your loss. You wrote this extremely well.

[Adam E.]

Thank you very much. I greatly appreciate you taking the time to read and review my poem. I can often write a poem in 10 to 20 minutes, but I spent 5 straight hours on this because I wanted it perfect. Of course, I will never think any writing is perfect enough to honor his memory, but I needed to draw the line somewhere. In the future I may write more poems, each one adding more of the thousands of thoughts I have in my head.