My Friend in Heaven

The memories remain.

The tears fall from my eyes.

The empty space does not fade.

Your gift is still present in my heart.

This gift is one of God’s greatest.

Friendship is the gift.

And I cherish it because of you.

May you continue to rest in heaven.

My friend!

I truly hope you enjoy the poem.

Two Phrases

This year has been different.

We have seen the good.

We have seen the bad.

We have seen the ugly.

Thankfully, we have each other.

Having each other is a gift.

Your love is something I cherish.

I have two more lines for you…

“I love you.”

“Merry Christmas, Michelle.”

PS

Snuggles in 2021!

(Note: The formatting of the poem is for the website. The photo is for website. I also moved the text closer to the photo.)

This Holiday Season

The silence is deafening.

My eyes see an empty space.

A piece of my heart is broken.

The transition is a harsh reality.

This holiday season is different.

You are gone.

I am human.

And it hurts!

Note: I moved the heart picture. There was too much space between the picture and text. I also moved the poem closer to Santa.

The Untitled Poem

My father is gone.

My mind is strong.

My heart is weak.

I don’t know what to think.

I don’t know what to feel.

I am human.

And it hurts.

Father, Dad, and Friend

You are my father.

You are my dad.

You are a best friend.

You are a collection of memories.

The memories are a reminder of the past.

These memories bring tears to my eyes.

You are gone from this life, and I don’t like it.

Learning to live without you has not been easy.

Why?

I am living with a broken heart that may not heal.

I miss you.

And I love you!

Note: I reformatted the piece for print purposes.

The post can be read below: 

It has been a unique 31 days. The range of emotions that I feel transcend my abilities. There are times I feel lost. There are times I feel like myself. There are times I feel handicapped, which rarely happened prior to the passing of Mr. Kmart.

I realize my life will never be the same. I will never be happy like I was.

Thankfully, with the help of several people, I have the opportunity to create a new version of happiness. I just have to see how this life goes without a big piece of my support system.

If I succeed or fail, it’s all on me.

Note: The post is about the passing of my father. I also fixed the first sentence of the Facebook post.

My Friend

I feel empty.
I feel lost.
I feel these emotions because of you.
You gave me the gift that I cherish.
You touched my heart through the gift of friendship.
Your gift has touched my heart for many years.
I think about you often.
I miss you.
Why?
You are in heaven, my friend!

Note: I edited the opening paragraph. I did not edit the poem.

What is the issue?

You will have to read the poem to discover the answer!

What do you see?

More than Me

I could be in the form of cerebral palsy.

I could be in the form of muscular dystrophy.

I could be in the form of a learning issue.

I could be in the form of something not mentioned here.

What am I?

I am a disability.

And I hope you don’t focus on me too much.

Because I am not the person who matters!

(Note: I would like to thank my wife for the support and feedback.)

Note: I edited the text. I needed the piece to look better on the homepage. However, I did not edit the audio portion.