It’s Been Weeks Since I Wrote ‘bout My Dad

It’s been weeks since I wrote ‘bout my dad

They’ve been the weeks that I’ve just pushed on through

Doing work, living life, passing time

Not fully thinking, always thinking, of you

In the weeks since I wrote ‘bout my dad

I’ve enjoyed time in-between bouts of tears

When I’m fully awake

Quite alive, for God’s sake —

Not lost in the sadness or fears

Yet those moments that aren’t “in-between”

Are those visits from a familiar new friend

Who gives me a hug, shares a cry

Reminds me ‘bout the what and the why

His name is Mourning, and he’ll be with me ‘til the end

In those weeks since I wrote ‘bout my dad

The memories didn’t lessen, nor the pain

Core-Strength holds me up straight

As I live on and I wait

Until Mourning comes to visit once again

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