by Luis Lira

Dear Father,
As I stand at your grave
I begin to pray
For I hope you have found the peace
You always desired
Do not worry about the house lease
Like you desired
I have kept up with it
Your grandchildren still miss you
Mom still misses you
Your daughters still miss you
I still miss you;
Five Years Later
Your teachings still remain with me
Five Years Later
Your humor still remains with me
Five Years Later
Your dreams still remain with me
Five Years Later
Your presence still remains with me