Five months ago you went away.
I visited your grave today
Expecting to find you there.
I did not find you in the ground.
Instead your spirit was all around
In a small yellow butterfly flittering by,
In the sight of a rusty iron gate.
When the gentle wind blew through the tree,
I could feel you next to me.
In the call of a bobwhite repeating his name,
I knew you are okay although nothing is the same.
You disappeared so suddenly on that early spring day.
Now that fall is almost here you start to feel so far away.
Yet you are here with me today.
Daddy, please stay with me today.
