It was peaceful in the end, it was agreed,
By us - the helpless, frightened, bereaved,
Trying our best to find some light in our hell,
Shielding our ears from the jarring death knell.
He knew we were there, he wasn’t alone,
We stayed until his head was cold, like stone.
We kissed him goodnight, we whispered goodbye,
We drank cups of tea and we were told it was okay to cry.
And how I cried - I’m afraid I screamed in fear,
Because it isn’t right that he’s not here!
And where are you now, Dad? Where have you gone?
Don’t leave us alone, it’s here you belong,
In our arms, by our side, sat in your chair.
Dad, I’m scared because I can’t find you anywhere!
Right now I’m broken, and so very afraid.
Kind friends tell us they’ve thought of us and prayed.
I hold his jumper; it still smells of Dad.
I took it for comfort, but it makes me too sad.
This doesn’t feel real; it doesn’t feel right!
I didn’t want to say goodnight!
I want to hold him, feel his warmth, kiss his face,
Not be left without him in this terrifying place!
But it is real, and somehow the world outside is still there,
Oh Daddy, it just isn’t fair!
My dad is gone 
Lost me dad.
Dad, grandad and nanna
First time posting 
