Eulogy Poem by ethan stalder

I look at the canvas
It is massive
It is plain
I use my brush
To paint a picture
It takes time and concentration
The canvas is colored
And my brush is dry
And the audience wants to cry
I gave it my best
And now I can rest
As the residue from the canvas sets
In the mood, So thick, so clear
Then I hear in my ear
“your dad was a good man”
But they don’t understand
I am not sad or happy
But rather tranquil
Just like him
His face is at rest
With his arms on his chest
I say goodbye
Trying not to cry
Even though my dad has died
I say goodbye but I will see him again
Not on earth but in heaven
I painted him a picture
Not of colors, but of words
And I hope my dad had heard
My painting for him