For He Is Mine

For He Is Mine long poem

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It was no longer miles that kept us apart, but lifetimes.
It was then that I understood the void I felt when you left due to days of work
Would no longer be relieved with your return and only leave me with hurt
Something that a seven year old struggled to comprehend
Only with time did it take me to fully understand
That with each day that passed, your jacket would never leave the rack
And never again would I have you there to always proudly pat my back
You left me with sorrow, a pain at which I had never endured
A pain I felt so vividly, an emotion that will never be cured
With more questions than answers as to what was going to come
I wanted nothing more than to leave this earth and be done
As they packed your casket away into a wall that I’ll never be able to reach
Any reason for the purpose of living became mildly oblique
Hell hath no fury for a innocent child so badly scorned
I became furious with my God who I no longer adorned
Whom I once believed to be my ultimate protector and guider above
Had selfishly ripped away the only person who I had every truly loved
I begged and I pleaded for the chance of having more time
I cried out to God
You cannot have him for he is mine
The only thing I have left of you now is of course your last name
At which I proudly proclaim as it reminds me of the journey I overcame.
Although you have missed so much, and couldn’t watch your children grow
That void once possessed me, oh how little do you know
I try to carry you with me every where I go
Hoping and praying that I have something for me to show
That I have found my purpose in life again
A meaning to life I am now able to comprehend
Healing my soul and minding my thoughts
Trying to make you proud with each chance I got
Your memory and absence can still bring me sorrow
However it reminds me to be grateful of life and hope for tomorrow
Because with each new day Im given Im hopeful and pray
That your watching me and guiding me each and every day
I miss your mighty laugh that was able to fill any room
And the presence you made known in which caused everyone to swoon
The cussing, the snoring, and even the days with you that were boring
You are nothing but a memory to me now but for this I must say,
The unconditional love I have for you will never go away.
I will no longer let your memory be plagued by grief and sorrow
Because your memory gives me a purpose for living and healing tomorrow
And although I know there will be tough days in which I’ll make it out of just fine
It won’t take me long to remember that you are, and always will be mine.
The best dad I could ever have through the test of time.

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