It started with a blank page like the feeling in my heart The day my father passed away; it ripped me all apart. As I recalled each memory through the tears that filled my eyes, The page began to gather words – much to my surprise. I found a certain comfort as I read the words aloud; A poem about my father – now wouldn't he be proud! I remember how he'd always smile at the things that I'd do right. I always felt protected when he kissed my cheek each night. He took a bit of time off work, knowing he'd be late. All that mattered to him then was to see me graduate. I saw a tear roll down his cheek on my wedding day, Although he did his best to smile, he gave the bride away. The day he came to spend some time and hold his grandson near Was the day I thought his face would burst as he smiled from ear to ear. There are so many memories – enough to fill a book: His smile, the tears, his laughter, the way he used to look. The photographs and poetry comfort me a tad, But missing are the many hugs. Missing is my dad.