One word that chokes me

      One word. Passed. Oh how the rain soothes
the soul that is dropped. The words that are choking
inside. I fall.

      Not allowing the spirit to break. Jehovah pushes
me back up. Oh how I know I am comforted.

      Such softness follows the rain. The words I can
no longer say. The hope, yes, that I will see my
father listening to all that Jehovah has to say.

      The tears flee my stormy gray eyes, draining the
joyful blue to a pool down my face.

      Oh how I sigh. I know. I stand. I push. I strive.
Everyday even more now.
 
       Feels as though I am being torn. Not weakened.
Just torn.

     So please I beg of only one thing in time of my
need. Prayers. If not for me then for my family.

      Ah so many words I cannot say now. Not as though
my father and I spoke much anyhow. Still the simplicity
in his words were enough to prove to me he loved,
he cared. Ah how can this be?

     Red faced, copper frizz. Oh not the composture I
hoped for. Nevertheless I am all I can be right now.

     Perhaps the emotional mess is okay to experience
as once again the rain pulls me closer to Jehovah.

     I say my last words in silence as though I screamed
them. A voice straining to be heard yet all that echoes
is tears.

    One smile will help uplift. One flower will push
me forward. Every step of this trial I will overcome.
Jehovah and my family of friends will see to it.

    So dear friend do not cry for me. Do not be sad
for my loss. Just smile that I know where, when I will
see my father once more. I am comforted. So just
smile for me. Laughter to hide my pain. Watch as
water catches at my corners. Hold me in a thought of
joy for I do so need those moments.

    A gift of love, kindness and warmth. Please, I plea.