Memories

Life is full of memories/ of times past/ and present/ times from my childhood/ of running in the rain/ crying/ because the raindrops were hitting me on the head/ and my mother calling to me/ I'm here/ don't cry/ it's all right. Children chasing butterflies/ and playing ball in the neighbor's field. Watching the sunrise/ and the stars telling me to have a good day/ just before they went away. Walking down a path at a summer camp/fishing in a favorite spot/and catching a bass that I'm still talking about. Building a raft with a best friend/ cutting trees and logs/ and floating them in a warm summer breeze. Walking in the moonlight with a first girl friend/ and experiencing our first warm kiss. Holding hands and dreaming dreams/and walking barefoot down a dusty road/kicking up dust/and feeling it sifting through bare toes. Seeing a first born child/holding it tight in my arms/ looking into its eyes/ and seeing it smile back. Hearing a child ask/ 'what are moonbeams, and where do they go?'/ Holding a child as it goes to sleep in my arms/ knowing that the world is all right/because daddy is near/ and there is nothing to fear. Memories are mine/and wonderful to share/ as time races on/and grandchildren gather in my arms/ Watching them chase butterflies/and ask about moonbeams/ and rainbows/and catch a first fish/and tell me/..... ......I love you big daddy.