Today is my birthday I woke up wanting to write this to my dad
I often find myself missing you Dad so very much. The sadness still comes along but the joy in the memories are so dear that it gently pushes aside the sadness.
I had to accept the reality that I would never be the same person,
that some part of my heart, perhaps the best part,
had been cut out and buried with my dad
What I'd give if I could say
Hello, Dad, in the same old way
to hear your voice and see your smile
to sit with you and chat a while.
If we had all the world to give
we'd give it, yes, and more...
To hear your voice, see your smile
and greet you at the door.
But all I can do dear dad
Is go and tend your grave