I wrote this poem on my trip home in April 2006 for my father's funeral. It was a difficult trip and that is when I usually try to write my feelings down.
The rumbling of the wheels reminds me of why,
I’m on this train and trying not to cry.

I got a phone call from Mom a day ago,
She said, "Your dad isn't very good and I thought you ought to know."

I always knew this day might come but I was unprepared,
When the realization hit me I was oh so scared.

After 18 hours to the hospital I arrived,
But his health wasn’t very good his oxygen was deprived.

I got on my knees and prayed to God up above,
I spoke to an angel with the wings like a dove.

She spoke so lovingly and calmed my shaking nerves,
She said: "Things will be all right the road has some curves."

Things turned out for the best, he had some awful days,
But on his 80th birthday he was happy and gay.

The lord doesn’t give us more than we can bear,
I spent a week with him, so he knows that I care.

The doctor sent him home but his progression was slow,
And only one month later to heaven he would go.

You know death really isn’t the end of it all,
We just have to be prepared when Jesus on us calls.

Give respect to all living things that you meet,
So when that final day arrives your saviour you will greet.

The eulogy I read that day was sincere and heartfelt,
I think we did okay with the cards we were dealt.

So the rumbling of the wheels, is numbing to my mind,
I’m on my way back home from a sad and depressing time.

Life goes on and we remember our loved ones everyday,
But now to talk to him all we can do is pray.
  Submitted By: Paulette Dicaire