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| THIS SITE CREATED AND OWNED BY JACKIE LANE |
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| DADDY'S HOME |
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| My Father's Face
As I sit on the grass by the garden gate Surrounded by birds and flowers, I go back in my mind to another time Where I whiled away the hours. I didn't know when I was a child That time would go so fast; That I would sit by this garden gate And gaze into the past. I close my eyes and think of home And another time and place. I see the house, I see the trees, And I see my father's face. I see his hands so gnarled and worn; His face so brown and wise. But most of all when I look back I see his smiling eyes. Many miles I followed him, My legs so short and slack. When I would tire and fall behind, He'd ride me on his back. Time passes on and as I grow older I can sometimes clearly hear My father's voice so soft and sweet Still calming all my fears. My Dad has been gone a year 10/29/04. Oh Daddy I still miss you more than you know I can’t seem to get over missing you and Mom I didn’t know the pain of losing someone So near and dear could be this bad. Daddy I miss you each and every day. Love Jackie |
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