This is a poem I wrote on Father’s Day as I sat in the grass next to my son’s grave.

This is the first Father’s Day without you

The emotions have caught me off guard

I didn’t think it would be different

Didn’t think it would be this hard

No phone call this morning

No lunch this afternoon

No promise for tomorrow

Or “I’ll see you soon”

Oh how i miss you my boy

Look down and see the tears

The dagger of love is sharp

The pain of loss is near

I sit in the grass beside you

Surrounded by the deepest of peace

The vastness of death reminds me

That life is only on lease

I still feel you here with me

No one is dead to God

In the spirit you’re still living

Though sleeping beneath the sod

It’s Father’s Day, my son

You and the Lord both know

How often I think about you

Since that day you had to go

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