Children, I'Ve Lost Your Father
Mother called her children 'round
and said I really hate to bother
but I have some rather sorry news,
I think I've lost your father.
He was in the garage a month ago
and the attic sometime before.
He could be in the basement now
but I really can't be sure.
It seems I've lost all track of him
and I haven't got a clue,
I need you kids to search him out,
won't you help me see this through.
Now I'm the eldest of her brood
and I felt some obligation,
so it seemed only right of me
to head up the investigation.
We were somewhat mystified
because dear old dad was dead,
so I had to ask the question
that was on everybody’s head.
Now dad had been cremated
after we held the wake,
some of him was buried
and the rest went to the lake.
So I looked at mom and softly said,
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
Because to the lake and to the grave
is where his remains were taken.
She said that wasn't completely true
and it turned quiet as a mouse.
She'd kept back an extra bit
so he could be around the house.
She never really liked the lake
and graveyards were unappealing
so she could visit him at home
if she ever got the feeling.
With all that said we got to work,
we searched both high and low.
The urn we sought was never found
but that's just the way it goes.
Day by day the years went by
and it was mother's time for dying.
She asked us to keep looking
and to never give up trying.
It wasn't too long after that
as I was clearing out some books
that I found the ashes she had sought
in a place where no one looked.
We took them both to their garden,
mixed with roses, most appealing.
Now she gets to visit him
whenever she gets the feeling.
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