Will he laugh, sing, tell his stories
Make up games, or burn our toys
Will we share his gourmet pasta
conversations, family news
or pick dishes off the floor
Will he love, cherish,
or send her flying, crying,
with strong arms
and angry words
Like a doll with changing faces
never sure which he would wear
Time has eased the pain of his
uncertain presence
He is at peace
And so am I
This was written in 1987, shortly after Dad passed away. He had many great qualities, accomplished much,
ReplyDeleteloved his family....but many times his temper overshadowed his good qualities.As a young child it was difficult to understand his sudden outbursts. There was no such thing as anger management therapy or medication to help the situation. R.I.P.