THE FINAL CHAPTER
The final chapter is in hand. Another life is over.
No more pages shall be written. We must now close the book.
The story cannot change. It has already been told.
We now wait for friends and family to give us an inside look.
He was a great employee, for a better one I could not ask.
He worked hard at his job and gave so much time.
He came in early and went home late.
To depart so early is surely a crime.
What a swell fellow, he was one of a kind.
To have a better friend, would be hard to find.
A quick wit and a silver tongue was rare for someone so young.
He could make you laugh and make you cry, it’s so hard to say goodbye.
My daddy loved me, this I know, cause every night, my mommy told me so.
Each day he would give me a hug, then grab his coffee and give it a chug.
Off to work he eagerly would go, but when he’d come home I would never know.
Each night mommy would tuck me in, and I’d tell her, “I missed Daddy again.”
Sometimes she would smile, and tell me, “Daddy will be home in a while.”
“He’ll give you a kiss and tuck you in.” I would wait, but always seemed to miss him.
My husband was a good man, and he always had a plan.
He worked hard to get ahead; in fact, he rarely made it to bed.
He was determined to give us what he never had; a rich life and a loving Dad.
But that life, seemed so far away. We missed the mark day after day.
I felt like I was all alone and spent many nights by the phone.
I would worry as the day would come to an end, because I would have to face our son, yet again.
I would never know what to say, when he would ask, “Where’s daddy today.
Each night made it harder to close my eyes; our time was filled with long days and long goodbyes.
I never bothered to count sheep; I would often cry myself to sleep.
I missed him then and I miss him now, I just wish we could have him back somehow.
As we all sit here today, the preacher then would say.
Your life is a book that deserves a second look.
We all have blank pages, no matter what our age is.
Man, woman, boy or girl, we all have control, of our own little world.
Just remember, you can’t judge a book by its cover,
you have to wait for the stories, when the life is over.
Today, you decide what to say, and how to live each day.
As your story closes to end and it is time to put away the pen;
May those that stand to boast, be the ones, you should have loved the most.
If you are reading this, you would be remiss; if you don’t stop, and give your child a kiss.
Hold your spouse real tight and whisper to them good night.
Tell your boss no, and play with your kids in the snow.
And to let your friends be, so you can laugh with your family, ’til someone has to pee.
This final thing I have to say, you are given a chance today,
To laugh, to love and to live; to cherish, to hold, and to give,
again, again, and again, until your story, comes to an end.
© Larry L. Westfall Jr. 2011
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