Harlan Glen Nordstrom Feb. 18th 1942-July 8th 1999
I have chosen to to put here two poems which have given me much comfort in my times of need and helped me through these periods.
THANK YOU DEAR DADDY
I was so happy now I am sad
Now I am angry now I am mad.
I was protected, now all alone
You can go back but never go home.
My life was so wonderful, my life was so good
There was so much happiness from where I stood
Then came the dark clouds then came the rain.
Much sorrow and heartache, so tragic the pain.
My father my hero so strong and so tall
One day was so healthy and then came the fall.
I stood and I watched as he lay there in pain
I could do nothing and I felt so ashamed.
I promised my daddy he would get well
Now I live with this guilt I live in this hell.
I am trying to get over and I am trying to heal
No one who knows me knows just how I feel.
I know I could do nothing there was no cure
It was hard to watch all the pain he had to endure.
I wish it was me who could have taken his place
All of his sickness I would have erased.
And then that day in August my daddy he died
Again I could do nothing, I stood there and cried.
My life now seems so dark my life now seems bleak
I know I must go on and a future to seek.
I miss you my sweet daddy more then words can say
You were my beacon to show me the way.
A new light I must look for a new ray of hope
Something to hold on to a lifeline, a rope.
I think I must look within me this time
There are hilltops and valleys and mountains to climb.
I will take all you taught me and use it today
The light is within me to show me the way.
Thank you dear daddy my hero my friend
My love for you will never end.
You taught me the right way, you taught me well
You knew I could make it, you always could tell.
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"He Only Picks The
Best"
Many times we've missed you,
A million times we've cried.
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died.
It breaks our hearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone.
For a part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
We did not see you suffer,
There was no cure to be.
He closed his arms around you,
And whispered come to me.
For all that you went through,
He saw you needed rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
For He only picks the best!
By Adrienne Vander Woude
