We sat in the garden for a while,
Talking and enjoying the view,
I started crying for some reason,
I honestly didnít know what to do.
My dad said, ďDonít cry, itís okay,Ē
I knew something was wrong,
I had never cried like that,
And usually Iím very strong.
I pushed my dad in his wheelchair,
Back into the hospital to his room,
I had a weird feeling the whole time,
Something bad was happening soon.
My memories of this are very faint,
Itís as if they were never really there,
Like that day didnít ever happen,
I never pushed my dad in that wheelchair.
All I can remember is crying for hours,
Crying because I couldnít hold it any longer,
My dad needed me to be there,
And I just couldnít be a little bit stronger.
We go through life ignoring everything,
Every moment not cherished is unknown,
Anything you felt will be gone,
Cherish each moment and make them known.
I remember that day with my dad in the garden,
Sitting on that picnic table by his side,
It was the last time I saw his face,
And my tears I wasnít trying to hide.
I showed him that day how sad I was,
I let him know how much he meant thru-my tears,
Iím glad I let out how I felt,
Because now my father is no longer here.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Britney (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, February 20 2005, 02:43 pm|
That was such a beautiful poem!! Very true also tell people how you feel and let it be known because you may bot be able to get one more chance. I am sorry to here about your Father....:(. Well I enjoyed the poem though put shivers threw my body and everything. ~Britney~
|shan (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, February 22 2005, 04:04 am|
beautiful is right, awesome expression.. i'm glad you got to show your father how you felt, and very sorry for your loss, *~*hugs*~* keep your chin up, much love, shan
|KitKatrina (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, March 29 2005, 04:14 am|
Thank you for all your warm comments you guys, they really do mean a lot. More than you might think, so thank you for that! Katrina-
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