The Day My Father Died by Carol Eliassen

I wrote this right after my Dad died when I was fifteen.  I even turned it into my 9th grade English class as an assignment.  There was a lot more to it but this is all I remember. 

The day my Father died

I knew not what to do

It came and rained

The pain was vain

I knew the sadness too.

I looked upon his bed

And grew afraid to see his face

Or touch his hand as he did lay.

I loved this man you see

But I hid this love from thine beloved

I didn’t know how to show

Because I didn’t know he would go.