Father

The most amazing thing about this man, Is what most of you can't see, As I stand before his casket and, Play back every memory... Thru the tears that gather in my eyes, That will try and find my cheek, I can see his spirit pass me by, In the ones I choose to keep... You know a father is what we all have , By a birth and given right, But when another man accepts this task, It's a love you're given twice... To replace the one you never had, Or stand by the one you have, Just in case the one that you called dad, Isn't near to hear your laugh... But I know he's in a better place, So I thanks the Lord above, For allowing me to see his face, Through my fathers lasting love... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com