When Will the Grief End
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I am thinking about you today Dad, but that is not new,
I think of you everyday, you are always in my heart and soul.
Dad, you were a simple man but a great man,
you never hurt another human being and were kind to all;
you taught me many things along my journey,
things like to do my best always, to leave something the right way,
that to back down in a fight is not weakness but strength . . .
and that life is like chapters in a book.
I recall so well the day the call came from the hospital, Mom said come,
and I knew in my soul I would not make it in time and didn't.
I held your hands, your work is over now I remember thinking,
Mom was not well and could not manage any preparations;
so I did it all, it was not easy for a young girl to arrange her Dad's funeral,
I went into the basement of the funeral home to pick your coffin
my heart shattered, and there was your voice telling me to have strength . . .
I stood weeping as they lowered you into the ground.
I go often to visit you Dad with yellow roses because yellow was a color you liked,
and I brush the moss and leaves from your forever stone.
Oh, Dad is it possible that you are mere words deep engraved,
that all I have left is a broken heart and your inspiring words,
but perhaps I am lucky to have had such a wonderful Dad,
who taught me about life and about nature and wildlife . . . .
someone asked me, when will you stop grieving, the answer, never.
thank you for being my Dad for all those perfect years.
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July 16, 2017
Elegy/When Will The Grief End
Copyright Protected, ID 920850
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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