I would like to see my Father again, <br />And have him help recall those memories <br />Of when he would sit down and sing to me, <br />Tell me tales enough to fill diaries. <br /> <br />Daddy was tall with a build to beware, <br />But those hands they held me so tenderly. <br />Of his hair I remember there never was much, <br />But had skin that was fair and eyes blue as the sea. <br /> <br />While his discipline was carried out by mere words, <br />I would tremble with fear thinking his love I'd lost. <br />I only remember Daddy spanking me once, <br />To him my stealing a dime was a holocaust! <br /> <br />Whenever I think of my Dad I am saddened, <br />Because now I can't share all my moments with him. <br />I would like to know that some way he is with me, <br />Always near and enjoying my life to the brim.<br /><br />Pene Burkey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/father-image/
