If I Could Dance With My Father Again
My earliest memory of times with my earthly father
was when he told me to put my feet on his
hand in hand a smile on my face
as i looked up at him
we danced to a song
I thought to myself that he could do no wrong
he was a hard working man
who had an intimate relationship with JESUS
his favorite poem was Foot Prints In The Sand
while incarerated I was visited by him nine years straight
I never knew when he would come
but it was worth the wait
he once told me that my name was very pretty
he said "A pretty name for a pretty woman."
with a bright smile upon his face
it seemed as if we were the only one's occupying that space
he told me to read Psalms 40th
beginning with the first verse
if worse comes to worse
On valentine's Day he sent me a poem
telling me that I was his Valentine
it was the same year
that a terrible accident damaged his body and mind
the day I was told that he said he saw GOD
I knew it didn't damage his heart
it was then that I knew I admired him from the start
it was the ninth of September
a day I'll always remember
that would be the day
that my daddy passed on to another life
leaving behind some loving children
and a bereaved wife
I love you Daddy
GOD bless you
may you rest in peace
love always
your daughter
Copyright © Sandra Wilson | Year Posted 2006
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