Dad died on 12-28-98, I wrote this the next morn, 12-29-98. The words therapy-poured from me. posted on Soup - January 1, 2016
DEDICATED TO MY FATHER, WILLIAM CASON GODWIN / 1931 - 1998
My voice is weak, my hand falters as I attempt to speak of my Father. Each night sleep takes me, then truth awakes me – my Dad is gone, now dead. My heart hears this from my head. Wrapped in numbness, walking in nothingness, I search for his presence. The chain’s now broken, its brightest link gone. My Dad was security and so mentally strong. His mind quick, his wit sharp, he always inspired my young heart. Pleasing my Father was to lasso the sun. In him my pride was first begun. I picture his hands, legs and arms – my protector from harm; wisdom was his voice, comforting his every choice, willpower his motto, sureness his step. He was a man of incredible depth. Knowing I am my Father’s daughter is a thought to be tenderly kept. His final, “I love you” words, the most emotion I’ve heard yet. I will miss you, Daddy. Now and forever, naught will I forget. I’ll see you each sunrise, mourn you each sunset. Images crash around me, I’d have it no other way Than your memory with me each and every day.
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