Father revisited

When you died

I could not cry

My heart it heaved

My soul was crushed

I vowed to you

Sitting at your

Side

That I’d carry you

Onwards

Upwards

To another

Place And that

Would be my joy

So I stood up

Bold

Your first born

And told

Your tale

To others that

You loved

My hands they

Shook

And I could not

Look

As your casket

Entered the

Crimson fire

Now seven years

Have passed

You are with me still

And the tears have

Flowed

Too often

Sometimes too freely

Drowning

Memories

Of what was

And what never

Became

Among the weeds

Of Yesterday