Because you’ve never been a religious man dad, but now you cry to religious songs.
I am saying it’s okay to let go now,
Mum has.
We can hold each other up.
Don’t bend your back,
I’m here,
at your height.
Kill yourself on the oceans if you must.
Refind what you lost to us.
We will still be here afterwards,
Loving you,
And every age you’ve been.
That opening statement reeled me in.
Nicely penned, my friend.