Dad's Touch

Growing up, all I had was Dad. He was my best friend, come what may. At times, I cried when I was sad. Dad gently wiped my tears away. There weren't that many times for tears. We lived and loved and laughed a lot. Dad praised my hopes and soothed my fears. Learn from feeling - was what Dad taught. I wished that we'd go on and on. But, that wish withered when Dad died. I waited till they all had gone. Kneeling next to his grave, I cried. I missed Dad more than words could say. Dad gently wiped my tears away.