Member Poem

I used to sit on his lap and enjoy the stories of his youth.
They were a mix of fantastic lies and a little bit of truth.
 
I always forced him to play with me, even when he was sick.
He used to make me laugh all the time, with his jokes and shtick.
 
I used to break stuff all around the house, but he never got mad.
He also never yelled at me, because he didn’t want to make me sad.
 
I used to bother him about taking me to the Zoo, every single day.
He did everything for me, no matter what, he always found a way.
 
I used to make him buy me sweets, whenever he went to work.
After coming back, he helped me out with my homework.
 
When he got cancer, I couldn’t understand what happened to him.
In the hospital, when I was in the room, he was never grim.
 
When he died, I was so young and I wanted him back in my life.
I couldn’t grasp the concept of death, and awaiting afterlife.

I miss you, dad. I miss you so much.