Jack
I lost my sweet old man last year
and it still hurts,
tho not as sharp a pain
as it was at first.
Still staggers me that he's no longer here
for me to pet and love and feed.
He's now beyond my care -
he's in God's hands indeed.
I haven't put away his dishes yet,
can't bear the empty space they'll leave.
And when I look to the top of the steps
and he's not there, I still grieve.
I take comfort in knowing he's not in pain,
nor struggling to do the smallest thing.
He's finally running free again,
and that makes my heart leap and sing.
I wish I could write a stirring poem
to immortalize my old man Jack.
But what I'd rather do instead
is turn Time back.
I lost my sweet old man last year
and it still hurts,
tho not as sharp a pain
as it was at first.
Still staggers me that he's no longer here
for me to pet and love and feed.
He's now beyond my care -
he's in God's hands indeed.
I haven't put away his dishes yet,
can't bear the empty space they'll leave.
And when I look to the top of the steps
and he's not there, I still grieve.
I take comfort in knowing he's not in pain,
nor struggling to do the smallest thing.
He's finally running free again,
and that makes my heart leap and sing.
I wish I could write a stirring poem
to immortalize my old man Jack.
But what I'd rather do instead
is turn Time back.
