A Father's Love

A Father's Love When the ones we've loved are lost, It's from the heart we bear the cost. Memories pull an emotional trigger and the emptiness seems to grow silently bigger. The void that's created seems void of a cure, that's how we know the love was so pure. Something so perfect must come from above, heaven sent, through our Father's love. The warmth of his hugs, the laughter and tears, the times when we tested and wrestled his fears. All of these things are kept deep in our hearts, memories cherished from never we'll part. The grief does relent and will slowly give way, to smiles and gladness and less painful days. We come to the place, as most people do, when you realize life isn't all about you. The things that he taught us and showed us with love, truly were gifts from the good Lord above. This God given task was another's to do, someone taught him, so he could teach you. Through time we will honor the gifts that he gave, after the mourning with memories we save. Becoming the teachers and passing the torch, with stories to children in swings on a porch. A lifetime is short no matter the years, we all learn to wade through our rivers of tears. The days of a lifetime are moments away, from the memories of loved ones with grievance to pay. The strength of our love digs the depth of our pain, just as a rainbow depends on the rain. May we all be so blessed by our Father above, with fathers to show us how deeply to love. -Jeannie Minor