Thinking

I hate being by myself In this house, all alone I start thinking about dad Then my heart, it turns to stone I twitch and I cry And somehow I can't stop I want to talk to someone About that man, my dear old pop I find it hard to explain My feelings, enough to share I thought everyone knew With my dad, I'll always care I know he's not here And will never be again But all I have to do Is just pick up my pen I start writing and thinking Because he's given me this gift I can see him anytime I want With each line his memory uplift