Dad, I still cry when I hear that song,
I must have played it a thousand times.
That old pain comes back fresh,
then the tears that won’t stop.
I never got to say goodbye, you know.
That day we laid you in the ground,
I asked God for some comfort,
my heart hurt so badly.
I slept on your favorite couch that night.
God must really like you Dad, or me
I heard you rustling in the hallway,
and felt your soft kiss on my cheek.
I never felt so warm.
I love you Daddy.
( Here is the song referred to in my poem: Landslide…Fleetwood Mac )