You don't have to go dad,
while they are all here.

Every few months dad,
why do you disappear?

Her dad comes to the park,
her mother too is here.

But why do you have to go,
while the others are here.

You send me gifts dad,
but it doesn't stop the tears.

Every time you walk away dad,
it builds up a certain fear.

Will you come home dad?
I really miss you my dear.

This is a poem I wrote for my Godchild to her Father who works away from home. I early thought of the title as I do it for the money :)

One month has passed,
how time flies!

Nothing has changed,
between you and I.

But when I go down,
theres no smiling face.

There is no love,
nor a warm embrace.

No cups of tea,
no questions or repetition.

No proud recital,
of certificates long gone.

No watches wound,
since your gone.

I cherish every moment,
I spent with thee.

Songs you sang,
the french you taught me.

Thank you Grandpa,
for what you did for me.

My Grand father passed away a month ago, November 17th 2008, he had Alzhimers and Prostrate Cancer, he lived for 30 years on a single kidney. The most important lesson he taught me was, to smile. He smiled till he breathed his last.