My Angel Poem

I wrote this poem after my dad died.

My Angel

Waves crash against the shore

Like youthful innocence,

Gone

In one swift second.

Oh, the painful joy of life

To have that second back

Then crash again

Bitter irony.

Why try so hard

To laugh, to love,

To hurt, to cry

Oh, the beautiful joy of life

Once lived, then wept,

To the grave and back

We must go on.

But why, she cries, why?

To Honor the dead,

Or profit the unborn?

“To Honor your God”,

He replies. And is gone.

With that,

All is understood.

The pain, the sorrow, the joy, the love

Exist to All for One.