DAD
He just sat
there softly
Dreaming,
As his days of
work
were done.
And he smiled a
little sadly
That his race
was almost run.
But he still had
Sense of humor,
And he liked to
make folks
Laugh,
And if I wrote
forever
I couldn't tell
you half
Of all the
funny stories
That he really
Liked to tell,
For my memory
won't
Hold them
And perhaps
It's just as
well
For that let
him
Tell them over
And hear
merriment
And mirth
As he listened
to my laughter
While his time
Wound down on
earth.
And my prayer now that
He passed on
Down that last
long
Winding mile,
Is that he had
one
For the angels
That would
truly make them
Smile!
© 1998 Nona
Kelley Carver