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
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2015
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