My own mortality is after me,
chasing me in the recesses of my mind
I think about it all the time…
Ever since my father left me, left me behind.
The thoughts of death, of what it means to me
pursues me almost frequently.
Thoughts shift to my children,
what will be their legacy?
Questions about their future,
I cannot seem to bind.
On my fathers death anniversary, we piously pray
a solemn prayer, a mourners prayer,
It becomes an orphans prayer.
Death, it comes so suddenly!
One day we were speaking,
the next day silence between
Him and I.
I miss my dad, his courage,
His reassurance that everything
Would work out fine.
I’d give anything for a few more words
What a Miserable state I find myself in.
During my lifetime, during my days!
Blessed be He. vimeru, Amen.