RIP JWP

He wasn't there; oh not by choice,
I used to dream he'd hear my voice,
Crying for him and missing my right,
To daily have a father bid me goodnight.

He wasn't there, but I was with him,
Every day, his memory never went dim,
He lived in hope for the ring of the phone,
He lived out his days alone; so alone.

He wasn't there, but then we found,
Each other, and some common ground.
He was there, now anew, he was mine,
There was no making up for lost time...

Oh now he's gone, he's no longer there,
I go back to the loss of ribbons in my hair-
The loss to this world is great, oh my heart,
You are dearly missed, Dad, so soon to depart.

RIP JWP.

Turned to Ash

Tears are drowning my poor heart,
My head is full of ash and dust.
My eyes are dry like desert sand,
His remains remained with us.

I took him for a ride with me,
He never would have gone,
I carried the burden on my back-
This chapter is finally done.

Oh my soul, it's over and done.