Home With Daddy

Beneath the weeping willow tree is where I rest so peacefully. Easily I fall asleep. Silken grass, tickles my feet. Fancy free I dream of home. A place I've not been for so long. From heaven he can hear my I love Daddy song. He passed away in his bed. The day he left, forever I dread. But here among the whispy stacks, no time to keep upon the clocks. If I listen to the past, his voices returns to me at last. Remembering his laugh and joy. My brother and I where just a young girl and boy. Breathing softly I repeat my life with daddy as I sleep.