Did you think I could forget?
You ask me if I still remember?
Oh yes. Did you think I could forget?
A loving fathers voice
That still echoes in my head?
For so many years now, you’ve been gone,
But how could I fail to remember,
When your influence still lingers on?
It’s harder to see your face now, dad
But I can still hear your words
Like a shaft of muted sunlight
Your wisdom hovers near,
And see? It still nestles here,
In every single corner of my heart
I remember all your idioms with a smile,
Like how you would tell me
That 'the wheel that squeaks the loudest
Gets the oil,' and how you would say
'Let us then be up and doing,
Making footprints on the sands of time'
And I can still hear you say that
All my obstacles are self-imposed
But here I am,
Still on this rocky path,
Although, heaven knows,
I’ve done my best,
And here am I…
Wading through rivers of unrealistic expectations
Just trying my best to stay afloat, and avoid confrontations
I’ll be watching with avid anticipation as my story unfolds
I’ll settle for my silver, but I’ll be striving for your gold
But I’ll always be missing you dad,
And yes, I’m still missing your great big hands
I never realized how small my hand was
Until you held it in yours
The hand that stayed beside me,
The hand that guided me,
The hand, of this father that I loved
I’ve done my best to make you proud
I'll see you in the heavens,
As soon as I’m allowed
© 2012 Morning Song
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