Was I Too Articulate

Daddy, how we missed you when you died I had not been told when I was five Come back,Daddy,miss your smiling eyes We were told that we must never cry When the cancer took your earthly life Daddy, how you suffered ,then you died When you wanted company, I tried I was too articulate to thrive Come back,Daddy,miss my Daddy’s eyes By the flower beds, you wanted a guide You wanted me to talk.I really tried. Daddy we fell down a black hole, why d’y die? You slept all alone, the pain arrived We slept with our mammy, on your side Come back,Daddy, don’t you miss my eyes? I always hum like you did though I’m shy You are singing through me, close and wise Daddy, we still miss you and your pride Come back,Daddy, teach me how to cry.