I wrote this in January of 2004, shortly after Dad died. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. :)

I’ll always remember
the love that they felt,
it poured from their souls,
and made my heart melt.
Standing right next to
his hospital bed,
Mom smiled sweetly,
and kissed Daddy’s head.
His illness this time
was much worse than before,
he had trouble breathing,
his whole body was sore.
But Mom never freaked out,
at least not too much,
she was always beside him,
with a soft, gentle touch.
And when he was “gorked,”
and hopped up on drugs,
his love found a way
to remember her hugs.
Their love was eternal,
souls forever entwined,
so much more beautiful
than I ever could rhyme.
I felt very privileged,
so honored to see
how much their love had gone through—
yet seemed stronger to be.
It was a match made in Heaven,
of this I am sure,
for what else could survive,
except a love made so pure?
The depths of their eyes,
as they looked at each other,
told stories of much more,
than just Father and Mother.
They spoke of the Grace
of the Father Above,
which allowed them to meet,
to date, and to love.
They spoke of the times
she’d spent in his arms,
and the way he was wooed
by her irresistible charms.
They spoke of the times
of struggle and strife,
the times during which
he ne’er stopped loving his wife.
They spoke of so much,
the depths of their eyes,
that when they looked at each other,
there was no way to disguise
their troubles or fears,
the length of their day,
that was just one more thing
that couldn’t stand in their way.
The day that he died,
he barely could speak.
His body was broken,
he felt very weak.
But my mother didn’t look
at his thinning grey hair,
into my Daddy’s eyes
she continued to stare.
His pain and his struggle
tore at her heart,
she finally just told him
to let go and depart.
And when he passed on,
after just a few hours,
her love traveled with him,
to the heavenly Power.
She knew he was worshipping,
and dancing with Jesus,
the Race we all run,
my father had beaten us.
And as she thought of the Race
Daddy wished he could win,
she knew he was safe,
and was breathing again.