Things don't seem the same
when you're down
on your weakened-knees
sobbing,
crying in pain,
& wondering
why him,
why our father?

O this timeless question,
the agony of your precious loss
& who has the answer,
the unsolved mystery
of the entire universe.

But you will rise,
you will rise again
to face the sun,
to taste the air
& to kiss the stars,
for he is in them now
& those thoughts alone
will comfort you,
even with your broken heart,
a piece always missing.