I wrote this poem in my son's memory too.

How does a dad write a poem
About the death of his son
How does he express how he feels inside
Now that this void has begun

Thirty seven years of memories
And three children left behind
Lives that are forever shattered
We strive to have peace of mind

To remember the fun times together
The memory of his smile
When hard times came, we'd sit and talk
And maybe cry for a while

We as humans don't understand
The hardships we face in life
Consequences that come from choices
we make
Cause is guilt, sorrow and strife

Sometimes, these last a lifetime
The hurt and the pain lies deep
Death causes these to surface again
Like promises we didn't keep

Sometimes life looks like a Magic Slate
No marks, no lines, it looks clean
But, if you fold the pages back
The marks and true lines can be seen

They are a lasting record
Once written on the front page
Like memories that are etched within our
minds
As through this life we age

I can't turn back the pages
In life's book forty years ago
When I was just a young man
There's so much I didn't know

I know Mike was a lot like me
Both are lives were sometimes a mess
The battles we fought, the struggles we
had
Only we understood I guess

I know my son wasn't perfect
At times, he was as wrong as could be
But, he was my son, and I loved him so
Just like I know. God loves me

So, I trust in my Heavenly Father
Even though I don't understand
All is placed for His safekeeping
In God's unchanging hand.