Feb. 6th 1929...........June 16th 2009
His presence lingers on about the room,
His footsteps who still echo on the floor;
The brightness of his smile dispels the gloom.
Tho' he has slipped away, and closed the door,
So biding here today, I feel I know--
Which ever way his fading footsteps went;
A little time, then that way I shall go.
He was my Dad.
The working tools have fallen from his grasp,
The journey ended for his weary feet;
Death holds his tired hand in gentle clasp,
His work is done........His temple is complete.
Miss you already Dad.........You were my hero.
His presence lingers on about the room,
His footsteps who still echo on the floor;
The brightness of his smile dispels the gloom.
Tho' he has slipped away, and closed the door,
So biding here today, I feel I know--
Which ever way his fading footsteps went;
A little time, then that way I shall go.
He was my Dad.
The working tools have fallen from his grasp,
The journey ended for his weary feet;
Death holds his tired hand in gentle clasp,
His work is done........His temple is complete.
Miss you already Dad.........You were my hero.
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