This Is My Dad

This is my dad.

This Is My Dad

He loved us very much.

He loved me the most.

He died.

And I can’t tell him

All of the things I wish

I had told him.

I can’t ask him all of the questions

That maturity has given me the curiosity and wisdom

To know there was so much

I wished to ask him.

I can’t reflect with him

On all of the lessons he taught me.

And I can’t sit with him and laugh about all of the childhood things

We all lived through together.

With him as dad

And us as kids.

But

I can always love him.