To
Papa on a Rainy Day:
I
see you fading, old man
As
the days turn into weeks
Turn
into months
Now
almost a year
You
lay in that bed
More
than anything
I
wish to steal a year or two
Give
you the strength to move
Talk
to me as you once did
Tell
me wise things
I
sit writing next to you
Wanting
you to understand
I
love you so much
That
your gentle nature
Will
always be with me
The
tides are turning, old man
They
recede and I must go
I’m
so sorry I can’t be here
Holding
your hand in those last moments
When
you find the other place
Wherever
I am
I
will carry you with me
I will keep
you safe
Give you to my
children
So you can live
on in our lives
As
a man like you deserves
