GOOD-BYE, POP

Looking down at your thin, tired face,

So many memories flooded my mind.

Why was I not there at the end, and

How you taught me to meet threats head on.

My troubles also seemed less serious

Because of how I saw you handle yours.

I was a much better workman

After you showed me how

To do a job right the first time.

But because we were often angry with each other,

I never once said, “I love you, Pop.”

I know how you felt as I am trying not to cry,

Yet I sound just like you on that day

When we had to say good-bye to John.

I know you may not be able to hear me,

But I want you to know how special

You always were to me and now one more thing,

I really did love you, Pop.

#Father’sDay #Mourning #ElegyPoem