My father's hands so strong as they held mine
A life of hard work proven by each line
Look closer and a story will unfold
The pages in a book only I hold
A page was written for each day he lived
Filled with advice and meaning he would give
A chapter was written for each new year
Until he passed and was no longer here
The book now locked away deep in my heart
My memories cherished never to part
His grave a remembrance, his name in bold
Etched into a stone his story now told
"An exceptional brother and greater dad
For the man we lost we are truly sad"
I miss my dad a lot, and though the ending of this isn't exactly the truth (as I never went to his funeral and didn't know he had passed until after)...I finally felt like I could write on paper how I felt.
