The Urn

 
I remember making that call,
When I finally found you again,
I can still recall hearing your voice,
You broke down –
    With a hallelujah and an amen.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw you,
You had turned into an old man,
But I was happy that we found you,
As you hobbled –
   I didn’t really comprehend.

I had imagined you somewhat different,
As you had been thirteen years before,
But the things which happened to you,
Took away so much –
     All that you loved and more.

The good word had always taught me,
To honor they father and so I forgave,
It was heartbreaking to see you this way,
You had lost your vigor –
     One step closer to the grave.

You missed on the births of grandbabies,
But at least you made to the last one,
I always knew you were a good man,
But the mistakes made –
     Just seemed to weigh a ton.

All the things that life took away,
Were the consequences of addiction,
But it also took you away from us,
Your health suffered –
     With this chronic affliction.

…

I can’t believe what I see in the mirror,
I’ve become the spitting image of you,
Now I understand it a bit clearer,
Our time together –
     Was even more precious and true.

Sometimes when I look at old photographs,
I wish I could hear your voice in return,
Or in dreams filled with memories,
But all I can do –
     Is say hey and waive at your urn.