My Father

I know he didn’t have much But that didn’t matter to me As long as he was with me I was always happy as could be I know I took him for granted Every kid does the same But in my mind he planted That life was more then just a game But on that August afternoon When I learned that he had died I know he left far too soon I remember how much I cried When I saw him in the coffin He seemed to be at peace It was at that very moment I realized his pain had ceased He always had the answers To any questions I’d ask He knew so very much Like who was under the Lone Rangers mask I think of him so very often I ask, why was he taken away But I’ve come to learn the answer So he didn’t have to suffer another day Now Lord, I don’t if I should thank you Or cut you down with words But I guess you know what’s best At least that’s what I’ve always heard I know he went to heaven For his final resting place I know when I get to heaven That I will see his face 9-4-05/RJH © 9-4-10/RJH