If I Could Dance With My Father Again

My earliest memory of times with my earthly father was when he told me to put my feet on his hand in hand a smile on my face as i looked up at him we danced to a song I thought to myself that he could do no wrong he was a hard working man who had an intimate relationship with JESUS his favorite poem was Foot Prints In The Sand while incarerated I was visited by him nine years straight I never knew when he would come but it was worth the wait he once told me that my name was very pretty he said "A pretty name for a pretty woman." with a bright smile upon his face it seemed as if we were the only one's occupying that space he told me to read Psalms 40th beginning with the first verse if worse comes to worse On valentine's Day he sent me a poem telling me that I was his Valentine it was the same year that a terrible accident damaged his body and mind the day I was told that he said he saw GOD I knew it didn't damage his heart it was then that I knew I admired him from the start it was the ninth of September a day I'll always remember that would be the day that my daddy passed on to another life leaving behind some loving children and a bereaved wife I love you Daddy GOD bless you may you rest in peace love always your daughter