Dad
His Dad had been fighting for years.
Never knowing when to take up arms,
But always needing to be prepared for war.
The pain would begin slowly,
Only then to accelerate into mass fury.
Small heart attacks had become frequent battles.
It may have been arrogant on his part,
But he believed if the big one hit,
His presence could be his Dads safe net.
He found himself spending more evenings at home.
And on the night it happened he was there,
Watching Dateline on the couch a mere ten feet away.
He yelled for Mom while grabbing the aspirin.
There was no use, it happened too fast.
His Dads body lay limp, and the war was done.
Watching his Dad pass will not haunt him.
For he knows his presence brought serenity,
He has far too many good memories to allow distress.
His Dad is now with Jesus.
The battles are no more,
Praise God.
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