I call, and call his name but he’s not there
Sitting snug in his bright yellow chair
I lay on the cold sheets of my bed and just stare
Tears puddle run down my face
And my dad is just not in his place
Hoping for more time
Why I ask you, is life so unkind
Where is that soft, gentle voice
Why didn’t I get a choice
To keep him here
To keep him near
Footprints
Washed by the waters of time
Nothing can wash him from this heart of mine
I remember his whispering words that day
As he spoke from a smelly death bed, so they say
Cancer broke him down
As it does in many a town
“I’m proud of you my daughter
For the woman you’ve become
You haven’t climbed life’s ladder just to climb
Rung after Rung
Your purpose was “HIS” purpose
And for that, I’m mighty proud
Proud to call you my daughter
Because you’ve kept him number one”
“Help as many people as you can along the way
And make life a joy for all who stay
Those were his words, not mine”
I still think of him all the time
Footprints
Washed by the waters of time
Nothing will ever wash him from this heart of mine
Beautiful poem that touches the heart and brings tears to the eyes! Thank you for sharing, Tony! Blessings & hugs
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Thanks Janice! Have a great week my friend!
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You too, Tony! 🙂
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