* this is a poem I wrote about my friend's father. It is written like my friend is saying it.
The sun shines brightly as his jokes brighten up people's day.
People's hearts beat fast like a drum as his will to care is shown through his actions.
This man was a storyteller.
A wise man whose story will be known forever.
He was my best friend.
I won't ever forget him like a parent can never forget the birth a child.
That man is my father and he will be missed by many.
But every night I will look up and know he is there.
For although the sun is missed at night I know it is still there.
Copyright © Christina Wiliams