If I smile or break into laughter,
don't think I've forgotten you
or the hereafter;
it's just a way
to get through each day
of deep sorrow,
and getting up
to a dark tomorrow,
knowing you won't be there
with your cool stare,
and huggy bear walk,
and soft-toned talk;
and you know, my son,
the value of laughter
with your own
sense of humour
and quiet wit;
so if you see me smile
or hear my laughter,
it's just my medicine
to get through it,
this sadness of grief
and sense of loss
until the hereafter.
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