Following in His Footsteps

writing;

that's where it all began.

you,

sitting at your desk,

the light from your computer screen

brightly shining on your face.

you always kept the lights off,

whenever you typed.

to this day,

I never really figured out why.

but to this day,

as I learned to do the same,

I sort of still understand why.

writing;

that's where it all began.

I used to watch as you would type,

watch as you would

share your thoughts out into

the world,

for others to find..

for others to see.

writing;

that's where it all began.

you used to say to me how

it'd be amazing for

your writings to live

long after you're gone;

I would laugh..

I would smile,

and say how that's how

I wanted to be.

I would laugh.

you would laugh.

now,

it's been ten years and

I sit in the dark,

the screen light shining brightly

against my face,

as I scroll through your old articles..

as I school through

all the people who wrote

to honor your passing..

honoring you,

giving love to your family,

to your amazing daughter,

that you left behind.

no matter how many times

I read those articles,

over and over,

I will always shed a tear

each time.

writing;

that's where it all began,

and just like yours,

I want mine to allow me to

live on

long after I'm gone.

like father,

like daughter.