Bleukemic Farewell Poem by Barry A. Lanier

There are no final farewells.

Only seeds sown to grow,
Blown by the winds of time.
Love left to multiply,
Even from those we have yet to know.

There are no final farewells.

While our torch may grow dim,
Though flutter it might,
It shall never go out,
Always shedding some light.

There are no final farewells.

Memories while they may linger,
They shall always forever last.
Remember always your present,
Yet never forget your past.

There are no final farewells.

As the child sits in your lap and stares in your eyes,
Looking to you for his fairytale and bedtime surprise.
Forget not to hug him with re-assurance and love,
And tell him about his other Father above.

There are no final farewells.

As his little eyes drift off into peaceful sleep,
Hold him close and love him deep.
Softly end his fairytale
Know in your heart that all is well.

There are no final farewells.