| To My Father... |
| We sat there together, Alike and yet so far apart. I always had a hard time, Letting him look inside my heart. So many things in common, But the words so hard to find. Somehow you think that loved ones, Should be able to read your mind. Happy memories you gave me, So many times you dried my tears. Had I really done my best, To show my love to you through the years? Knowing you are gone, Still eats at me like a disease. I know we had our ups and downs, But it was you that I wanted to please. I touched your shoulder gently, You looked at me and then turned away. I had no way of knowing then, It would be our final days. Now I think about our yesterdays, When I was a sparkle in your eye. There was no need for spoken words, Its something I have come to realize. He showed his love by taking care of me. Trying to shield me from any pain. Sometimes when the days are long now, I return to my childhood where I see you smiling again. author Dianna Petry |
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| By all my Father's grandchildren ...He was known as the "Candyman" ...Always giving out candy, along with love... |