The pain has been so awful,
But it's been well worth it.
It's taught me so many things,
And now I know, I can't quit.
Back when my dad died,
All I ever wanted was to die.
I would lie in my bed for hours,
And do nothing but cry.
Many years later,
I have finally moved on.
I'm looking back now,
And happy that he's gone.
No, not happy that my dad died,
Happy from what I've learned.
His death has taught many things,
It's taught me to be concerned.
It's taught me to care for people,
And taught me to be happy.
To live life to the fullest,
To make him proud of me.
His death's showed me many things,
Including right from wrong.
Careful not to hurt anyone,
They might not be here long.
No drugs or alcohol here,
I've learned just what they do.
They hurt your precious body,
And rob your life from you.
I've been taught life is short,
So make sure and have a blast.
Live every day to the fullest,
As if it were your last.
I've been taught so much,
Most importantly, I'm strong.
I've learned that I can handle…
Anything that's going on.
If I made it through his death,
I can make it through anything.
No, I can't do this alone,
Just with God my king.
I look back and realize,
That I never would've made it.
Had God not been right by me,
I would've said, “Just screw it”
Everything I've been through,
Has always taught me a lesson.
I know that God was only helping,
Wanting to help me have fun.
Helping me turn to him,
To forgive me of all my sins.
Helping me trust in him,
To take away my pains.
Your death has taught me lots,
Including to be happy,
To do everything I do,
To make you proud of me.

Copyright © 2001 by Sarah Betzold. All rights reserved.

Comments (1)

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written by toni, March 22, 2008

Nice poem!
I don't know if I will ever come to terms with my mom's death...it has only been less than a week, thank you for the poem.