Dad

- If there was a way - something I could maybe say -
If I could only see him here, once again;
Hear his grand laugh - see his comforting grin -
God, I know I should've been there more -
So much now I want to ask... things I truly need him for;
Oh, but then I was always too busy running -
I suppose I'm running, from myself, still.

Ofcourse it's all now in the setting sun -
He has gone on ahead... crossed over the hill, and finished his run;
Yet, I do believe, someday, by the grace of God,
I too shall ride that final trail
When death gives me the last nod -
Then at long last we again shall meet face to face
With a wonderful embrace.

But, until that destined time
I pray I find
A way to be, when it's all said and done,
A better father, than I ever was a son.

I love you Dad -
I think about you every day -
I miss you more
Than I can ever find words to say.

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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