Fathers Day 2005

A random poem I wrote on a fathers day.

The Gift

 

I was born again the day you died
It took me so long to understand, no matter how hard I tried

 

All those times I knew when you were alive
Those bone chilling thoughts that I never implied

 

The haunting connection, it was ever so sly
Your stabbing vision, your sixth sense of this life was anything but dry

 

Your extreme intelligence, your talents, your amazing presence so divine
Like the purest white sand in the desert, so fine

 

And that day you took your life...all of these aspects shined
Your soul left your body in the night, I heard it cry

 

Your sentence of life, you were in agony all of that time
I do not see the choice you made a crime

 

This life was too much for you, I finally stop asking why
I am your daughter, your voice, your gift I will carry on...this is mine!

 

I see what you saw, I feel what you felt and sometimes it is not too kind
I understand now what happened that night...you left me with your eyes

 

This frightened me so much when I realized
That you gave me your gift, in hopes that I will correctly utilize