Where he stood.

What do I remember…

What do I see…

What will I leave when there is no more of me…

Will the read what I left them…

And in a year again…

Will the void of where I stood be noticed…

Or as in my final days, reman unnoticed…

Will they hear my sorry as they sleep…

Will the find the gifts I left and weep…

May I ask they find the peace, long before I ever knew…

That a life of what was never said, never done, lived within fear and dread…

Is to rob the soul of doors never opened to joy…

And the magic lost of a little boy…Let them smile, let them see, let them know my heart broke for thee…

And the days where it was whole, were the times swear… I never let go…

For to love them the way I knew. Were the days when we were all new.

The damage we leave by never giving in…

Creates scars that stops a heart from ever opening…

Selfish wants of dreams never realized…

Abandons the gifts we are given and the loss of the surprise…

That what we affect when we simply love them.

Is a life of blessings and never fearing they might condemn.

You were my children, and I did the best that I could…

Maybe not? But just please look now and then at the doorway and see the memory…where a father that loved you…stood.