To My Dad

This is a poem I wrote just after my father passed away almost two years ago. It started off my poetry-writing phase.

Why did you have to leave;

This world before your time?

I just wanted to believe;

That no-one ever died.

 

All of a sudden you took your life;

On a Sunday afternoon;

A way to run away from all strife;

But it was much too soon.

 

Dad, we've really missed you;

Since you went away;

Up to the clouds above, but you;

Left us too soon, no, we're not okay.

 

Sometimes I love you;

Sometimes I hate you;

But every day, I always miss you.

Author's Note

Please note I was only thirteen when I wrote this, and I never really was that good at writing poetry, so the simplicity of it is NOT something I want to have commented on.