The 5th of May

Assuming we liked us

With hope we had mutual adoration

For one another even ere my formation

At first I thought otherwise

Of this and your integrity

Too proud and cruel

Wrong deeds unnoticed

I would but ponder about

Oh I would criticize

The immutable you

People praised him so

To my awe and grim

It is now only

After the passing

Of both the old me and you

I see the wonder of you

At a dignified and painful service

I saw your real rich rice

Pity have I 

Of the words left unspoken

Almost as if two worlds separate

To exchange tongue

An epiphany now

We are alike, you and me

But now i once confess

And saw my misgiving

Of the real you

I had not the right to question

Nor judge the order

I am dearly sorry

For everything

For wit, non-satisfactory actions

And most of all

The way of the pass

Crossing over is never a matter of glory

Moreover illness

And now I admit

That even through rocky beginnings and passionate resent

I love thee like diamonds in the sky

Threads of my being can no longer deny

Teary I am for the ominous past

But not for the coming last

Till we meet at the final endeavour

For you l could write forever 

To my Father R.I.P