You lived long,
And fought hard.
Purple roses, and blue skies.
Thunder clouds and crying eyes.

Your two daughters love you much,
Though yet, they say it little.
I wish you knew how much,
I need you.
No matter how old I get.

I’m not ready to lose you.
Please don’t forget.
For my father is you,
I’ll never be ready,
So please, don’t leave yet.

You’ve told us what we are to do,
When you pass on, whether it is up,
Or whether it is down.
You’re to become Ash.
And we’re to spread, you all across,
Some beautiful place.

Yet I’m so sure,
I’ll never truly let go, of even
Just a piece, of your soul.
Whether it be encapsulated ash,
Or maybe your cologne.
I’ll never forget
The love you gave.

So please,
For you’re my father,
And I’m not ready yet.
Please don’t let go,
Please keep awake,
Please, for I beg.
I’m not ready yet.

For you’re my father,
And I want to see you grow old,
I want to see, your hair go white,
And your bald spot grow.
I want you to see my white dress,
And walk me down the aisle.
I want you to see my future,
Wherever it may lead.

I want my father there.
So please, I’m not ready yet.
Don’t go.
Don’t speak of it.
Your health declines,
And that scares me so,
Please, Don’t go.

I’m not ready yet.
I’ll never be ready, I’m so sure.
I’ll keep a piece of you,
Forever more.
For you’re my father. And I love you so.
I may not say it much.
But I do very much.

I’ll never be ready, to see you go,
I’ll bury an empty casket,
Just so I have a place to go.
Whenever I need you around,
Please,
Dad,
I’m not ready yet.

You talk of your death,
Often still,
As if you’re preparing to go,
But I’m not ready yet.
And I can’t let you go.

Please, Father I beg.
I’m not ready yet.
So please, Just stay awhile,
And watch us grow.