on the death of your father

remembering what
was it
made me think of you
might lose a step or two
much on shoulders
give me some
times the strong must be weak
to be strong too long
time since you rested
your head in the bed
it must seem surreal
life stretched out
like a puzzle
enough missing pieces
the full picture is hardly ever seen
thoughts resemble
dreams resemble
memories and tears
might flow for no reason
or they will get stuck
behind eyes caught in a stare
climb to the top step
bring it all close and let it go
every time you think you might burst
from the inside filled with sadness now
remembering what was it you said to me
when feeling lower than ever thought possible
don't despair hold head high in the air
too many around can't ask what is fair
nothing is
imperfection stumbling and getting right back up
even when you are down
not out in the cold alone
never alone always in our hearts
connected endlessly...