Tragedy struck the day,
Death stole you away,
From our lives forever,
To see you, again, never;
But only in my dream,
Our conversations stream,
Yet they feel ever so unreal,
How, how will I deal?
Now seven years gone,
The sadness still weighs a tonne,
Try, and I do, to make light,
But see the tears I fight;
Sleep on dear father,
And say hell to our mother,
The days will be long,
Yes, as I try to stay strong.
It's been seven years my father made his way back to his maker. It's a burden I'll live with, finding strength in the lessons that he left behind.