Dad...so many images come to mind <br />whenever I speak your name; <br />It seems without you in my life <br />things have never been the same. <br /> <br />What happened to those lazy days <br />when I was just a child; <br />When my life was consumed in you <br />in your love, and in your smile. <br /> <br />What happened to all those times <br />when I always looked to you; <br />No matter what happened in my life <br />you could make my gray skies blue. <br /> <br />Dad, some days I hear your voice <br />and turn to see your face; <br />Yet in my turning...it seems <br />the sound has been erased. <br /> <br />Dad, who will I turn to for answers <br />when life does not make sense; <br />Who will be there to hold me close <br />when the pieces just don't fit. <br /> <br />Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time <br />and once more hear your voice; <br />I'd tell you that out of all the dads <br />you would still be my choice. <br /> <br />Please always know I love you <br />and no one can take your place; <br />Years may come and go <br />but your memory will never be erased. <br /> <br />Today, Jesus, as You are listening <br />in your home above; <br />Would you go and find my dad <br />and give him all my love.<br /><br />Leah Wells<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-my-dead-dad/
