[7/5/10- for my dad who died 6 months ago that date. My dad always wore these brown work boots.] <br /> <br />Daddy's boots left by the back door, <br />The sight of them makes my heart sore. <br />By the back door they set unlaced, <br />And all I can do is think of your face. <br />Mud and grease cover them completly stained, <br />A constant reminder of this horrible pain. <br />No one can fill these shoes or the empty hole, <br />the hole that's not only in my heart but in my soul. <br />These are daddy's work boots left empty and alone, <br />They make this house feel more like a home. <br /> <br />Daddy's boots left by the back door, <br />Just like you'd put them before. <br />No one else can fill a father's shoes, <br />nor can anyone fill my father's boots. <br />Strongly missed and still so loved, <br />But thats no where near enough, <br />To ever bring you back here, <br />Nothing not even my tears. <br />So here's to my father, my dad, <br />Of the memories that we had. <br /> <br />Daddy's boots left by the back door, <br />little pieces of dirt left by them on the floor. <br />Just one glance a memory comes to mind, <br />A diffrent thought at every time. <br />So I guess I'll see you on the other side, <br />Or when I think of you in my mind, <br />Or out in the batter's box or on the field, <br />Or when I go to the temple to be sealed. <br />I know you'll be there even iff i cant see, <br />You'll be here in my mind with me. <br />But for now I guess it'll have too be, <br />that the only thing of yours i can see, <br />Are my daddy's boots.<br /><br />Keli Mims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-s-boots/
