A poem I wrote for a friend of mine who recently entered into a club that none of us should have to be a part of, ever, but I relate to all too well.
The loss of a father is deep, Some argue it’s unimaginable- Until you are amidst that loss, of course, It’s almost unfathomable.
Love shows its true form- In the craziest of ways, Most always it’s unfair- Almost always for too many days.
Whether he was stern or simply easy, Regardless the demeanor- To not know him at all, Would have probably been easier.
His laugh was most likely contagious, Maybe not even a little at all- Perhaps you’ll always remember his smile? Hopefully, you’ll remember it all.
One thing to keep in mind- through all the clouds and all the rain- Is to know now he’s an angel looking over you- And no longer in pain.
I absolutely promise you this- Through a most loving point of view, With every fiber of my being, my Maurice- Knows he was absolutely proud of the most fabulous you.