My Father
Those many years ago, you stood at my door,
Checking your little man, like every night before.
When I heard your voice, whispering 'goodnight',
I'd drift off to sleep, knowing all was right.
I Remember playing catch, running for touchdowns,
Jumping in the piles, of leaves upon the ground?
Sitting in the car, while you would shift a gear,
I was ten feet tall, when you would let me steer.
As you watched me grow, I was watching you,
And everything you did, I thought I'd do too.
So often you would say, how proud you were of me,
And when it came to you, I was proud as I could be.
Your heart was for the Lord, you showed it everyday,
I saw Him in your life, in every little way.
As the years flew by, I came to know Him too,
He's nestled in my heart, right there beside you.
Yes I'm sad right now, that you're not here with me,
But ever in my mind, your face I clearly see.
When I close my eyes, and say my prayers at night,
I know both my Fathers are whispering 'goodnight'.
Copyright © David Edgin | Year Posted 2009
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