I saw his face within my own,
by M. Richard Smith
Beyond the water's edge.
A peace within his eyes, alone.
Within my heart, I bled.
Gasping as I tried to breathe,
The tears trailed down my face.
Skimming stones from on his knee,
This was once our special place.
But now the colored autumn leaves,
Are but lonely shades of grey.
The pain, so deep, too great to ease,
There's so much I had to say.
The sun on us that used to shine,
So quickly had dissolved.
We grew apart through passing time,
I should have stayed involved.
I failed to show at his time of need,
Though I was all he had.
Now trapped amongst these tangled weeds,
I say goodbye to Dad.