Going Home

Waiting, watching, anticipating. It was happening.

She was going home.

The excitement was building, the wheels were turning.

She was going home.

A waiting world, a waiting life, waiting arms. Yes.

She was going home.

But then the curtains went up, and someone pressed play.

Life stopped waiting and rushed by in a blur.

Her time was up, in the most cruel way.

When life pressed play, her life would not allow a pause.

The problems rained down, the solutions so far and the more time passed, it just got hard.

In case you wondered, she couldn't go home, the arms she awaited had sadly grown cold.

She couldn't go see the one she wanted most.

Because he beat her, he went home first.

But stopped by to see her, to tell her one thing.

"I'm going up a yonder to see my king."

And that is when she knew and accepted the fact, she could go to that home, but he wouldn't be back.

He was somewhere better, we knew this to be true, but it's hard for everyone. Even you.

Love is many things, you all know this well. It will never disappear, but continue to swell.

You can't see him, but he sees you. He loves you much, and misses you too.

Though you couldn't go home, you shouldn't be sad because he knows and you know, that he will always be your dad.

So this isn't goodbye, but a see you around. Give him a smile, but not a frown.

You shouldn't be sad or feel alone, just remember that he got to go home.

He came to you once to tell you one thing, "I'm going up a yonder to see my king"

We'll miss you lots, and love you always.

Have fun in your new home, we'll meet you there...someday.

 

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