Doughboy-Dad
Your roomate had called me late
that night,
And told me that you were not
feeling right,
I hopped in my car and made my
way,
Not telling you I'd be there the next
day,
You then called me during my drive,
And asked me when I would arrive,
how'd you know I was going to
come,
You told me because you knew your
son,
You said that the paramedics had
come and gone,
And that they told you there wasn't
much wrong,
So we cracked a few jokes as we
always do,
You gave me your love I said I love
you too,
How could I know that would be the
last,
Time that we talked the night that
you passed,
I would have never hung up the
phone,
Knowing that you would leave all
alone.
I would have drove faster not
stopped to rest,
Would have held your hand told you
your the best.
The minister asked me to put pen to
pad,
And write a few stories about my
dad,
So I began writing of things in past
years,
But the pen wouldn't work paper
covered with tears,
So I just told him a bit about you,
And he told me that that would do,
We then had your service now that
was a sight,
From the rich to the homeless you
must of done right,
To have such a variation of freinds,
Who stood beside you right to the
end,
I prayed, then I cried then I started
to laugh,
As people told stories on your behalf,
So then we went out to celebrate
your life,
Myself, your daughter, her man and
my wife.
As I now type this poem, some time
has gone by,
And i pause, and take time to dab
my teary eyes.
Cause you touched so many in your
64 years,
And the screen looks so hazy, eyes
filling with tears,
In your life you gave me so much
joy,
Love you Dad- rest in peace
doughboy.
Copyright ©
Jason Kirkwood
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