For My
Dad
By
Geoff
Stirling-Smith.
Do not think of me lying
here dead in this box.
I’m in a much better
place now. No doors and no locks.
I was trapped in a body
that was useless to me,
But at last I've escaped.
Now my spirit runs free.
Do not think of me as
departed and gone.
In your heart and your
memory I will always live on.
Do not think of me and
then start to feel sad.
I’m no longer in pain. I
want you all to feel glad.
Just think of me doing
the things that I like.
The wind in my face as, I
ride on my bike.
Just remember to smile,
when you do think of me.
And the love for you all
I have taken with me.
When the sun strokes your
face or the wind ruffles your hair.
Although you won’t see me
you’ll know I am there.
I’m racing around heaven
clocking mile after mile.
Roaring: past all the
angels with a wave and a smile.
In Loving memory
of
Edward John
Smith
26th September
1932
To
16th December
2009
