My dear Father...
The **** do I say? Such a way with words, as those cracked records claim.
You thought so too though, you always did say, but how are there words for a heart torn away? A soul ripped in half and this gut wrenching pain?
How you were a hero - I've heard so many say,
You taught, you motivated,
You wiped tears away. You existed to spread love - yet felt unworthy to claim.
The demons you fought
your silence so dark,
They'd never let you see,
Just how loved you are...
Each one of us precious, In the Michaelest ways.
You suffered so deeply,
And what scares me the most,
That though we all suffer, you were my stone.
Our heads have such darkness, a uniqueness WE shared. Though all heads have shadows,
Ours was a PAIR
You've helped me through so much,
I couldn't describe. Your wisdom, a sculptur, has guided my life. My biggest regret, you'd never accept, that you were a catalyst, that helped me to live.
You taught me so much,
you've held me in strife,
Sitting right with me, endless yarns about life.
Or virtually advising, from far distance lands.
But the space never mattered.
Your love had no span.
I wish you could've seen, and accepted inside,
You were so special, cherished, and kind - My Godlike of a guide, and when the world caved in, I sought YOU for advice. No one will ever understand me like you. What peace I can find comes from the Truth - that our yarns WILL continue, sometime I know soon.
Your wisdom and beauty, your insights to life, you've gifted me so much, I'll cherish inside. Our bond can't be altered, I know that, not ever, for good or for bad, I am you - forever.
This one is a lot more personal and less poetic in my opinion