Daddo
Today I sit and tremble,
hanging by a thread,
trying to piece together
the memories in my head.
I think about the good times,
I think about the fun.
I think about our days
sitting in the sun.
They said I should be strong
and that I shouldn’t cry.
Oh, but I tell you now,
I wish that I could fly.
Fly so very far away,
far away from here,
where you always count on another day;
always another year.
Ah, but I DO know
that none of this is real.
This is just a young man’s attempt
to catch another feel.
A feel for what is just,
a feel for what to do;
but I know down in my heart
that none of this is true.
Good guys are always,
expected to prevail.
This is just like my Dad,
he said he was tough as nails
We all know this isn’t a movie,
within script, page by page,
but we are merely actors
and all the world’s a stage!
Everyone says the “real world”
will beat you and grind you into sand,
but I know that you must reach out
and grab it with both hands!
You must keep close
the people you hold dear
because the day you lose them,
can be climbing near.
I wish my Father could’ve stayed
to act out all his dreams,
but we all know that God
has other plans it seems.
Even though it means
my dad is taken away.
He is going to a better place,
a place where he can say,
“I miss you all very much
and love you all the same,
but I can breathe better here
and that is why I came!
So I could stop the suffering
that I so much endured.
All my pain has stopped
and you can rest assured…
that I am here with my God
waiting for his kingdom.
Waiting for my ship to sail,
sail away to freedom.
~Robert Anderson
~Dedicated to Dad
This node was posted on the one-year anniversary (April 10, 2001) of my father's passing
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