SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: A poem by Cheryl Becklin

Cheryl Becklin wrote this poem after her father died.  I relate deeply to it myself.  This Easter Sunday, I would like to dedicate her poem to my mother.  She loved Easter and is sorely missed since she died of Alzheimer's on January 9, 2013.

When I layed there beside you,

Could you feel me there?

My arms were wrapped around you,

And I was stroking your hair.

I was talking about all the good times,

For me they were every single day.

I wanted you to feel love and comfort,

And happy in some way.

I watched your every breath,

And prayed that each one wasn’t your last.

The time we got to share together,

Went by too quick…Too fast.

I wanted you to wake up,

Please Dad…Open your eyes.

Tell me this is a nightmare,

And not our goodbyes.

As your last breath grew closer,

We layed there peacefully together.

My heart continually breaking,

Because I wanted you forever.

Then there it was,

Your final breath of air.

I didn’t want to believe it,

This is so cruel and not fair.

I held your beautiful face,

And prayed you’d breath again.

I wasn’t ready for you to go,

I couldn’t admit that this was the end.

But then I realized that you were now in peace,

And not suffering anymore.

You were beginning the life of an Angel,

And your body would no longer be sore.

I held you close and squeezed you tight,

And tried to say goodbye.

I’ve lost my Dad and my number one best friend,

All my heart could do is cry.

I slowly got up,

I wanted so much to stay.

I leaned over and gave you one more kiss,

It was so hard to walk away.

Dad you are my entire world,

And I miss you so very much.

I wish I could feel your loveable cuddle,

And your soft and gentle touch.

But for now I have to wait,

Until we meet again.

You will always be in my heart and thoughts,

My dear Dad and best friend.

Always and Forever,

Our hearts will always touch.

Always and Forever,

Your lil girl loves you so much

 

**written by Cheryl Becklin, 2015**

 

 

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