The memory of his tight, sweet hold
Leaves me yearning yet in this frigid cold,
I miss him like I miss the snow,
I wish he never had to go.
This man who put his family first
Was damned to nature’s toiling worst.
Lost sight of the world day by day,
He forgot the words he used to say,
How to cook and how to eat
And how to walk on his two feet,
It all disappeared way too fast,
No miracle could recover his fading past.
The remedy was offered far too late,
He, already trapped in fatal state.
Towards the end, there was so much pain,
His brain decayed, no longer sane,
This man I knew to be happy and kind,
Had his joy erased from within his mind.
Memories are all I know him by,
But it’s enough for me to reach up high
And touch the dreams he gave to me,
To become what he inspired me to be.