FOUR YEARS HAVE PASSED.
TRIBUTE TO KEVIN THOMAS SMITH
18.11.36-1.11.01
Doctors, hospitals and tests you had,
You were so brave but we were so sad.
Creutzfeld Jacobs Disease they say,
We cry and say, why?
won't it ever go away!
So many questions and answers we seek,
As our dads future looks so terribly bleak.
Then we were told you could not come home,
Start looking for permanent care so you were never alone.
Villa Maris your final place to be,
So many visits, lunches and teas.
You suffered so much, but you gave us the time that we needed to cope,
When time was up, you sighed, closed your eyes and we lost all hope.
Creutzfeld Jacobs Disease they say,
We selfishly wish you didn't go away.
Today is your birthday,
no cake or song,
How, it seems so terribly wrong.
Bacon and eggs at Keast Park will have to do,
With laughter as we share a scotch or two.
We shed a tear as we toast you there,
But your presence is felt around us everywhere.
Time heals so I've been told,
But what we would give to have one last hold.
Days and months keep going by,
Some full of laughter some days we cry.
So many memories to have and keep,
Still so many answers we would love to seek.
Remember the good the bad and the sad,
But never forget what you've had.
One thing I have learnt to believe,
Is it so terrible, when we grieve?
My Dads in heaven looking down on us,
Having a beer saying "BLOODY HELL DON'T WORRY OR FUSS.
THE END
Poem written in memory of her Dad by:
Caroline Miszkowiec
Melbourne, Australia
Copyrite 18 November, 2005
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