For My Father

The hour comes, we know not when

This life will pass and begin again,

Our souls live on, energy does not die,

We find ourselves in a piece of the sky.

Tears flow and wash away toward

The beginning of another day,

I mourn his death, and yet I can afford

To know that he is now with the Lord.

So many emotions swirl in the mind,

Leaving weakness and strength behind

For me to ponder upon as I seek the light,

I sense his spirit is shining bright,

Remembering the good times is well,

I have no taste for the ugly times,

Dwelling on them does no one any good,

I listen to the wind bell chimes.

Dear father, I will miss you so,

More than you could ever know,

No matter moments of sorrow,

Life, no one can beg , sell, or borrow.

Mother is strong and will carry on,

Our family support is strong,

Do not worry about her,

Everything is where it does belong.

And so I leave readers food for thought,

Family troubles, in the end, matter not,

Whatever despair you may have been through,

You would not be here without parents, no you.