Three days at your hospital bedside
We looked outside at rainy days passing by
Music and memories prompted emotions to be high
A deep sadness covered us like a sodden blanket
Unwanted and heavy.
For a few hours, it was just you and me
Serenaded by Neil Diamond’s craggy bass-baritone
Carrying sadness to a new level
Proceeding to let go of any regrets.
What were you thinking, Dad?
Not one for sitting around idling time away
A high achiever was you
Whether work or play, you gave it your best
Travel, tramping, golf or all
Every day was an adventure if you had your way.
Age was not a barrier
At 75, there you were,
Flying high in the sky via a parachute
For the second time
Memories we will treasure.
Your final years were hard on you
Lost between two worlds
Glimpses of a carefree lad and a tormented man.
We hope happy times outweighed the sad.
Throughout life, your sense of humour prevailed.
Would you be saying to us now, remember when?
We think you would as there were good times
Some of the best.
Interspersed with opposing moments when we clashed
Never seeing grey, just black and white.
Now’s the time to start your motorbike, Dad
Time to say goodbye
Hand on throttle
The engine roared, shattering the silence.
Riding off at dawn with the sun on your back.
When the stars shine bright, you are there
When the rain comes as if to prompt tears
Or the sun shines, we shall reminisce.
For you will always be remembered.
Ride high, Dad, amongst those clouds in the sky.