There's an old wooden chair by the roses, <br />Where my Daddy went and sat. <br /> <br />He would go there every morning, <br />And with God, would sit and chat. <br /> <br />Daddy's gone now some years ago, <br />But I still can see him there. <br />In his old time tattered, <br />Rose garden wooden chair. <br /> <br />I now sit there and remember, <br />Those times I had with him. <br />And ask God for daddy's protection, <br />knowing He forgave him, of his sins. <br /> <br />'I miss you my Dearest Daddy, <br />You were my closest friend.' <br />You showed me love and kindness, <br />Of which that, I always would depend. <br /> <br />I sometimes feel you by my side, <br />As I sit and reminisce. <br />I feel your arms embrace me, <br />And the tenderness of your gentle kiss. <br /> <br />I've kept your chair in the yard, <br />To remind me that you were here. <br />And now I take your place in it, <br />Knowing you and God are near.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-s-wooden-chair/
