My Daddy

My father died in May.
A suicide they say.
Same end as his Dad.
It was so sad.

But I honor him still.
A matter of the will.
Celebrate his life.
The good and the bad.
He was my Dad.

Had he reached out,
I would have gone straight-away.
A thousand miles or so.
He loved me so.

And I loved him.
Seven months it has been.
Since he met his end.

Maybe I'll see him again one day.
In the city of gold.
Or so I am told.

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My fathers death was the inspiration for this little poem.