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.
Copyright © Heather Snow | Year Posted 2015
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