To my Father
Joseph James Page Sr.
August 16, 1949- January 13, 2005
Although I replayed this moment in my head
It is still hard to realize that you are dead.
And seemingly my eyes are constantly red
From all the painful tears my heart has shed
I dont know what happened
Its still hard for me to imagine
I dont know where to begin
To eventually have my heart mend
Nearly 2 years ago today
My life was thrust into dismay
To see 10 missed calls on my phone
To hear them say you were found at home
I am still mourning and Im not through
I just want to tell you that I miss you
That I won?t see you anymore
Or even hear you when you snore
My smile hides my sorrow
Sometimes I can?t see past tomorrow
But I am good; I know you?re proud of me
Of the man I came to be
At times I still hear your voice in my head
And I wish that you were here instead
And all our precious memories I'll never forget
Even at this untimely death
I am happy you came to visit my home
And this is why I write this poem
To tell you
We love you
We miss you
And I know you miss us too
@joe fresh
2/19/05
