To further complicate matters, I chose to tackle a difficult subject. Today marks one year since my father passed away. I have been dealing with a lot of emotions over the last few days, and I knew I wanted to write something today to try to deal with some of those turbulent emotions. The following is what resulted.
One last time you held my hand,
With your own, so soft and strong.
But like an hourglass dripping sand,
I knew we didn't have long.
One last time you sang a song,
One you had known in days long past.
For a moment, a smile erased the wrong,
A moment that couldn't last.
One last time you took a breath,
And I held onto mine.
I watched you slip away with death,
And said, "I love you" one last time.