Miss you dad

by Beauty In The Breaking   Sep 4, 2014

Taking a deep breath
I get ready to face another day,
watching the sun crest over the horizon
and break the silence of the dark,
a fresh page, another chance to start again.

I'm scared of the steps I have to take
but I know that I have to keep going,
life is a twisted dark labyrinth
that so easily will hold you fast
if you don't keep your wits about you.

Wishing that you were here today,
I miss your guidance and wisdom,
your advice and unconditional love,
the easy way you saw through the fog
and gave me my true north.

The pain has eased, I can breath again
but sometimes I still turn to you...
and have to remind myself you're gone,
I miss your late night phone calls
that would ramble on for hours.

Step-dad, you promised you'd never go,
you swore that you'd always be beside me
and never leave me in the dark,
although you've been gone awhile
I can still feel you in my heart.

I dreamt of you last night,
your dorky laugh and blarney filled jokes,
your hugs so tight we needed duct-tape
and the way your faith never wavered
as you told me to reach for my dreams.

A cure couldn't be found
no matter how much I begged
and you took a part of my heart with you
as you left me for the next stage of the journey,
hopefully one day they'll end the war.

I wear our ring everywhere that I go,
the one you gave me when I turned 21,
and I carry your lessons deep in my soul
but I still miss you so much,
why'd you have to go?

Dad if you can hear me
from wherever you go after death,
I hope I'm making you proud,
I haven't given up yet,
I miss you dad, so very much.

*Dedicated to those who fight the battle with Cancers that have no cure and those who have lost ones they love to the disease*


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  • 3 years ago

    by Brittany Ottmo

    Wow. This one hit home. My step dad was my father. The most amazing person in the world. He died when i was seven. and yet 15 years later i still grieve for him and miss him terribly. But it gets easier to get thru the day with time. But it never goes away. Great job on your writing. 5/5


  • 3 years ago

    by Hallucinostic

    There always an ounce of sadness when we remember the ones we've lost. But in a positive sense, I'd like to dwell more on the happy side of things. Yeah, easier said than done, I know but eh, it's worth a try. Anyhow, beautiful poem, that's what I see here.