Your favorite flower, A rose
Your Favorite Color, Purple
I don’t know many of your favorites,
And I know I should.

Your favorite movies are scattered,
Your jokes are messy, but laughable.
Your humor is odd,
And your taste in food is somewhat chilling.

I’ll have Purple Roses on my back,
Because I’ll always know you have it.
You’ll always help me when I need it most.
And For that, I know and appreciate it.

I’ll always have yours, no matter the cause,
For you’re my Dad, and I’ll always love you so.
Purple roses on my right,
For you’ll always be Right by my side.
Your favorite quotes, Lined up, Side by Side.
No matter how long,
I have to sit in a chair, needles of ink,
Poking into me.

I’d do anything you ask,
Even if I’m forgetful,
So please Dad,
Always be by my side.

Your family is complicated,
And sometimes you make me mad,
But that’s okay, because I know,
I make you just as mad.

My life choices,
And the habits I’ve picked up,
Aren’t always good ones,
Lord knows you know.

But I know, I can always count on you.
To be Right by my side,
Your hand on my shoulder,
Pushing me through,
All the tough times,
Reassuring me, That you’re proud,
And You love me much.

That no matter what I do,
You’ll always be there.
That you’re so glad you had me,
And that You’ll never regret,
Marrying mom, no matter how crazy she was,
Because my sister and I, came out of it.

Purple roses, on my right shoulder,
Your favorite quotes, side by side.
May the force be with you,
Just like I know you’ll always be.
No matter where you are,
Or Where I might be.

I know I can call you,
And You’ll always pick up.
Because, You’ll always be there,
Right by my side.

I love you, Dad,
And I hope you know.
I’ll never forget,
Where you’ve gone, or where you’ve been.

Purple roses,
For your favorite flower,
And your favorite color.
Because you should know,
You’ll always be my favorite parent.

The one who showed me,
The meaning of unconditional love,
That no matter what I do,
You’ll always be right by my side.

I’m scared to move on,
And grow up,
Because I know deep down,
It means giving you up.
I only have one father,
And I don’t want to lose you.

So I’ll have your favorites,
Permanently inked, on my right shoulder.
Because that way,
You’ll always be right by my side.

You lived long,
And fought hard.
Purple roses, and blue skies.
Thunder clouds and crying eyes.

Your two daughters love you much,
Though yet, they say it little.
I wish you knew how much,
I need you.
No matter how old I get.

I’m not ready to lose you.
Please don’t forget.
For my father is you,
I’ll never be ready,
So please, don’t leave yet.

You’ve told us what we are to do,
When you pass on, whether it is up,
Or whether it is down.
You’re to become Ash.
And we’re to spread, you all across,
Some beautiful place.

Yet I’m so sure,
I’ll never truly let go, of even
Just a piece, of your soul.
Whether it be encapsulated ash,
Or maybe your cologne.
I’ll never forget
The love you gave.

So please,
For you’re my father,
And I’m not ready yet.
Please don’t let go,
Please keep awake,
Please, for I beg.
I’m not ready yet.

For you’re my father,
And I want to see you grow old,
I want to see, your hair go white,
And your bald spot grow.
I want you to see my white dress,
And walk me down the aisle.
I want you to see my future,
Wherever it may lead.

I want my father there.
So please, I’m not ready yet.
Don’t go.
Don’t speak of it.
Your health declines,
And that scares me so,
Please, Don’t go.

I’m not ready yet.
I’ll never be ready, I’m so sure.
I’ll keep a piece of you,
Forever more.
For you’re my father. And I love you so.
I may not say it much.
But I do very much.

I’ll never be ready, to see you go,
I’ll bury an empty casket,
Just so I have a place to go.
Whenever I need you around,
Please,
Dad,
I’m not ready yet.

You talk of your death,
Often still,
As if you’re preparing to go,
But I’m not ready yet.
And I can’t let you go.

Please, Father I beg.
I’m not ready yet.
So please, Just stay awhile,
And watch us grow.