Dad , you had soft hands ,
When I cried and asked why .
It is not the way it is today .
You were always strong .
You told me I should be seen not heard
,
When I was young that was hard to understand
.
You told me you would never be to far
away
And that I could always talk to you
Morning noon and night right !
No man is rich enough to buy back the past
.
I understand that but still I wish you could
hold me today .
My memories of you will be in my heart forever more
.
Because of you , there is already something inside
me
That makes me strong .
By Brock
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