Too Young To Die

by Paul Faulkenham

How can I express how I feel,
The pain of knowing you are gone,
I kneel down to pray,
Wishing that I didn’t have to face this day,

Now that you are gone from my life,
Much too young to die,
I wonder why,
Sadly wiping the tears from my eyes,

I close my eyes seeing your smiling face,
Remembering our happy times,
You were too young to die,
Can’t someone please tell me why,

I know that we will meet again,
And until that time,
My son help me to be brave,
I will pray for you each and every day,

Knowing in my heart,
That the day will come,
When once again I will see your smiling face,
And hold your tiny hands in mine.

In loving memory of my son,

Dad

Copyright by Paul Faulkenham, © 1999

Note from Paul

“The poem was written for the single father of a young boy who drowned in a canal of water that flows through Montreal. The little boy was 8 years old at the time. A friend of mine, knew the father and asked me if I could write a Memorial Poem for the father, and of course I did.”

“They say that Scorpio’s have a dark side, so if you want to publish this poem, go ahead, for sure all Scorpio’s will be able to relate, especially if they have a dark side to them, that no one knows about.”