Fair well Father.
A soulless body lies and decays.
No more life to flow through it veins.
An empty shell left to remain.
Instead of the life, that it use to reign.
I seek you father, where have you gone?
Shall we meet before long?
Lost is your spirit that inspired my own.
This place is now empty no longer a home.
I bid you fair well, farther of mine.
For you had to leave, it was your time.
Long lives your wisdom, your values & ways.
In the ways of my own, your life force remains.
~Francois Marais 2008