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.