Precious Memory

Precious Memory My Dad would give me sixpence if I didn’t wet the bed He’d ask me to pull his finger, and you know what happened then… Whenever we went out walking his stride and speed so fast… I’d have to run to catch him – for I always got there last… I remember on your strong shoulders, holding me up so high, I felt so safe, so loved, high up near the sky… An embedded precious memory I’ll carry until I die This lifetime precious memory, I carry near my heart, My strong and handsome father, This memory a wonderful start… For memories such as these will never ever be lost… The courage of my father, Is on my heart embossed. Written by Eileen R. Kelly For my Dad: He passed away 30/04/2012