My Daddy, Like Before

I wrote this when I visited my dad in the hospital, a few days before he passed.
I woke today and stumbled upon,
This shaken ground,
The foundation of my life,
Is crumbling, breaking down.

He's always been there,
Silent... waiting if I should fall,
To catch and hold me close,
He's my daddy after all.

Now here he lies before me,
Tired, sick, and weak,
And I must find the strength,
To watch his soul go where it seeks.

I want to make him better,
To take away his pain,
To watch him walk away from here,
To be my daddy once again.

I know that soon he will go,
To his rest forever more,
He will be waiting for us,
My daddy, just like before.
Published: 8/8/2014
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