This was the first poem that I ever wrote (that I remember). I was 12 years old and wrote it shortly after my dad died.

Yesterday I saw a picture of your face
I thought and I remembered your comforting embrace
Now I wonder where you are
Living my life without you, I know it will be hard
But as awake each morning, rise to face the day
I won’t forget your love, I know it will always stay
And even though you aren’t here
Your spirit lives on so dear