The Late Joseph Jr.

Ripped from existence, his flesh was not marred
Though in truth I may have preferred it.
The lie seems more likely, the truth too bizarre.
Though in neither fate did he deserve it.

A cry in the night would trigger our fright.
It appeared that his soul was fading
They said he could fight, I knew they weren’t right
He was gone the whole time we were waiting.

In horrible grief, I felt strange relief
In belief heaven’s where he was taken,
Though truth be told he wasn’t that old.
So I feel as if I were forsaken.

His heart although weak, had been strengthened near peek
Though it seems as if I were deceived.
In his final time his heart just stopped trying.
So I don’t know what I should believe.

I feel empty inside, this I cannot hide
A part of me is gone for good.
And as days go by, I still wonder why
I can’t accept this the way that I should.

Though I’m hurting so much, It will not be my crutch
For I will not be the next one dead.
Though it’s hard to cope, I cannot lose hope.
So a few things should definitely be said

My dad sought the stars and he dreamed of Mars
His heart never holding him back.
He cooked and supported, but was only rewarded
With his heart's untimely attack.

He was a great man, his heart in his hands.
He was kind and ever so clever.
And I’ll say it out loud, that I’ll make him proud.
By continuing his lineage forever.

Looking down on me, I know he will see
His son loves him and may always shed streams,
But this is my vow that I’ll do it somehow.
And I’ll experience all of our dreams.