I love you, Dad

Whenever I close my eyes, that day replays in my mind

As I walk down the stairs, I’m afraid of the truth I’ll find

I look through the backdoor, I see all the cops outside

They were questioning my mom as if she had taken his life

She glanced over, saw me, and quickly rushed inside

I looked her in the eyes

She was clearly horrified

Struggling to say it, she muttered “dad has died”

I was frozen and petrified

She hugged me and then she cried

I walked upstairs thinking that I could hide

I sit on my bed, too many feelings inside

With the guitar by my side

I look up to the sky

I know if I start playing, my dad would be glowing with pride

So I start strumming, I pick and I slide

It’s my connection to him, to my guitar I confide

I tell myself, “He had one hell of a ride

He did everything in his power in order to provide

For his four daughters, his son, and his wife”

I tell myself “it’s ok” while the tears flow like the tide

I wrote that 3 years ago, and the pain never ceased

They tell you grief has 5 stages, but never really leaves

I lost my dad on May 25, 2014

The only day I wish I could’ve foreseen

Been on the verge of tears every day since

Not a day passes that I don’t reminisce

Society telling me to hide my own emotion

It’s like handing me a tattered rag and trying to sail the whole ocean

Well the poet’s notion

About sorrow and grief

Was hollow and cheap

He said “they followed the thief

That tried to borrow tomorrow’s peace”

Trust me, it was a rough pill to swallow indeed

But I’ve adopted the god Apollo as my creed

Now, I let my guitar speak when I have no words

I let the music reach my soul and nerves

I know the hurt

But your death is just my overture

I found blessing in this older curse

And these lessons will lessen my guessin if the situation was overturned

So thank you dad, thank you for the music, thank you for my own world