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  October's Child



I feel inward tears as I reflect upon the lasting memories.  
I purpose to understand the black and white finality involved in death.  
There's a map that directs us to a place of acceptance, understanding, and peace
while taking away the painted darkness that lingers  
Believing with my whole being that God would heal you, I diligently prayed.  
I had no doubt in my mind or did I?  

I became a child with the proverbial mustard seed faith.  I stood strong every waking
hour while my insides crumbled at the wasting away of your physical body
not to mention your mind.  I felt winter's chill grip my heart as I stood by
your bed watching decay consume you slowly and painfully.  

Yet, I believed with all my heart, soul, and mind that you would be healed.  
It's been almost a year since you closed your eyes, and I said goodbye.  
I've found the map that has allowed me to accept that you're gone.  
I've found understanding from the one that created you.  
I continually seek peace within this valley called the shadow of death
as I find myself amid this place walking, crying and confused at times.  

You see, Daddy, I know that you are healed, the cancer is gone,
the broken bones are restored, and you are happy beside your Creator,
but I miss you still more than I can say.

God is a loving God … You taught me that…

God is my map and I have the Precious Memories

I love you, Daddy

June 20, 2009


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