Father

When I was a boy
My father said,
"My days may be few."
"But my will is strong."
"Grow up be a man."
"Make me proud."
"Make me glad."
That was when I was a lad.
Now there are no more days.
And I am sad.
My father is here with my soul
I hope you are proud
I hope you are glad.
I grew up still remembering his praise.
Now I don't understand my rage.
I never said I loved you...
That day has long gone by.
Now I cry with memories
Of the past that drain
Into a well vast.
I can't say good-bye,
But I know in my heart
You are glad.
In my heart you are proud.
Proud of your little lad.

IN MEMORIAM TO MY FATHER
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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