| Dad taught me to love all animals and I'm grateful for inheriting his softness of heart for all our cherished friends. My dear old dad I miss each day, It's got even worse, the longer I'm away; I miss our talks and garden walks, He's in my heart, I always pray. As a little girl, I tagged along on so many fishing days; He'd set the alarm and we'd get up early Long before the sun's warm rays. I'd carry the picnic and he'd hold the rods As we walked the mile to the sea - Just him and me. He taught me how to catch the fish and how to bait the hook; When we got home, I'd run to mum Saying "ma, come take a look".... We would sit by the sea on lots of days Sometime's we'd borrow a boat. He'd hand me the oars to row along And I loved us being afloat. All the times I was naughty and mum took a firm hand, To teach me a lesson or two; He was always there, with a smile and a hug And was upset when I felt so blue. He'd drive me to dances, my girlfriend and I And go home and wait till ten, Then he'd hop in his car, and drive back that far to bring us home again. He would tinker away in the backyard shed Fixing the things that were broken. Friends would come and bring their wares and his payment was just a token. He loved to fiddle with mechanical things and mum would send me to the shed. "Come get your supper, it's late don't you know"? Come on, it's nearly time for bed." The years went by and mum got sick Her stroke had ruined her life. He was a loving husband and a cherished old dear To provide such help to his wife. As he sat by her bed to say his goodbye with a heart which was broken in two... He remembered the times of sadness and despair And hated what she had been through. His memory is gone and Alzheimers is here and I miss him with all of my heart. Australia to Canada, such a long way, Thousands of miles apart. I love you dear dad, and wish for a hug - a smile or a hand in mine. One of these days we'll meet again.... and the wonderful sun will shine. ~~~~~~~ "Jana B" 2001 October 3 ,1925 - August 2, 2001 Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn�s rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush. I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there. I did not die. |
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