As I sit here on your bike cherished memories of you and I on the many trips we took float in and out of my mind.I close my eyes and I can see and feel me holding onto your waist, I can feel you here with me.
As I open my eyes I want to cry so badly, but no tears come out and I feel an overwhelming sense of calm,love and protection come over me. Instead of crying I only smile and that is when a single tear runs down my cheek. It is not a tear of pain, but rather a tear of relief knowing that your pain and suffering is now over and you are in Gods hands.
Although I miss you dearly, part of you will always be with me. I know you will never leave my side, and trust me it helps to know that.
I will always remember your hugs and how safe they made me feel. I will always remember your voice and how stern it could be and yet at the same it could be so loving.
I feel I have found a place to connect with you and I know that connection will never fade as I sit here on your bike.
August 23,2000-In loving memory of Mark O'Neal
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for my uncle Mark who died of cancer Feb 9,2000.He and I were very close. I was given his motorcycle and I wrote this while sitting on it.
Birth sign: Gemini
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