When someone that
You love has
A loved one
That is ill
That sickness belongs
To you too
It shows up
As tearful heartache
And gleefully glorious
Memories about so
Long ago he
Was just as
Caring to me
Even though he
Is your father
Steven I simply
Borrowed him then
If there is
But one thing
To remember it’s
This my friend
There is no
Debt in friendship
Be as free
Of me as
I am of
You and let
Us celebrate always
The hardest part
About leaving anything
Is making the
Decision to leave
This includes love
Jobs and life
And from a
Farm I was
Plucked by two
Loving hands and
Cradled knowing that
I’d miss my
Family but certain
I found a
New one with
You thank you
Boo for taking
Me happily home
For it’s not
Me that’s immortal
It’s the memories
Of me in
Others that is
And the greatest
Memory that one
Can ever have
Is having been
Loved by them
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 