My little sister wrote this for an assignment for her language arts class. She's pretty much a genius... I don't think she'd mind if I share. What shot straight to my heart about this is that she has wrapped her hands around concepts about my dad's death that I haven't even begun to manage-- and she's more than ten years younger than me. Pretty amazing... sad, but amazing.
P.S. She was asked to write an ode to the one object in her house she would save if there were a fire.
Ode to My Dad's Urn
Small and gold
In a mahomgany box
Lies precious memories
of my hero
my best friend
my dad
Inscribed on it
Michael Bridges
2nd Isaiah 41:10
in small and beautiful
but somehow bold letters
Though it's small
It carries a lifetime of memories
for more than just me
Memories of sadness, happiness, & anger
makes this little box
a little heavier
I'll always keep this box
close to my heart
For it's my hero
who gave me life
I love you Dad