Returning to
This foreign land,
All I can do is
Hold your hand
As you lay
Dying
Before us.

No words
Can describe
This feeling,
Varnished with
An everlasting
Shell of
Uneasiness,
Inside,
As the one
That helped
Raise us
Fades
Before us.

If only we
Could heal you,
If only we
Could
Breathe new life
Back into your
Fading body.

We are only
Human though,
Like you dad.

It feels
Like I'm dying
Inside each day
As you are,
But in a different way...
No words
Can describe
This pain.

When I close my
Eyes;
I see you so clearly
In some of our
Last moments-
Smiling at
Your grandchildren
Running;
Green Grass,
A beautiful sunny day
Made just for you.
Reaching for
Our hands,
And then one last time
Again.
Laughing at our jokes,
That are reminiscent
Of yours;
You're still here.

Dad,
I love you.