My Dad
MY DAD
Henry F. Welch
October 29, 1918-March 20, 1995
by
Robert Welch
March, 2016
It was a cold and rainy day,
The day my father died.
But rain was nothing
As compared to all the tears I cried.
I could not be near him
As I was far away,
But thoughts filled my mind, and with words I could not say.
Memories of days gone by,
Of happy times indeed.
Of his strong hand to help me,
And when I were in need.
His wisdom and his love;
Very much a part of me
As I grew older I leaned on him
For times that were to be.
Now he’s gone to Heaven,
And forever to be missed
But soon to be reunited,
That is my biggest wish.
He was my Dad; my Pop; my friend,
Through all those many years.
And now I miss him so
As shown through all my tears.
Our love will carry us beyond
These times that are so sad,
One day I’ll see him again,
And say “hello” to my Dad.
Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016
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