ALWAYS AND EVER
That tall, handsome man who held me before I could walk
He with strong hands that applauded just as I learned to talk
Who held my bike seat and ran along side me
His strides far wider than I could even see?
Once, with a pencil, he drew the boat he rode inside...
when war came and he left with the tide.
His smile was kind; his workday long; his whistle always warbled a mellow song.
Sharp was his mind; gentle his ways; kind was his heart all of his days!
I'd only known him since I arrived on this earth
He was there...loving me from the day of my birth.
Somehow, even now, I can feel him around
And I know that someday when I leave this ground
I'll see him again and he'll guide me as before
Toward our Father's heavenly home and the open door.
My Dad!
By Barbara J. Crisco
He with strong hands that applauded just as I learned to talk
Who held my bike seat and ran along side me
His strides far wider than I could even see?
Once, with a pencil, he drew the boat he rode inside...
when war came and he left with the tide.
His smile was kind; his workday long; his whistle always warbled a mellow song.
Sharp was his mind; gentle his ways; kind was his heart all of his days!
I'd only known him since I arrived on this earth
He was there...loving me from the day of my birth.
Somehow, even now, I can feel him around
And I know that someday when I leave this ground
I'll see him again and he'll guide me as before
Toward our Father's heavenly home and the open door.
My Dad!
By Barbara J. Crisco
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