Missing Him

People pass and leave the earth
Death not to be seen but to be felt
In spirit in heart in soul in my dreams
What is left behind his shoes never worn some still in a box
Guess saving them til the old pair wears out
A collection of ball caps some with logos of hunters and fishermen

The clothes in the closet some never worn with the price tags still hanging
But then there were his favorites coats and hats pants and shirts
Things he would often wear and wear, only now I just look at and stare
The homeless guy on the street now wears some things
The giving to those in need feels good cuz I know he would have me do that
The fishing poles all gone the tackle box and coolers
It felt right that his grandson should have them
I boxed up now most all the stuff
The collection of old country music the old western movies 
It wasn’t the giving that was tuff as the remembering his love
His face his voice how he laughed how we cried
Time moves quickly but stops much faster when your dying
I am sad he is gone but happy that I met him
To sit next to him touch his hand once more and chat
Listen to the song of the mountains singing
And watching him and his grandson fishing
Just can’t help missing him