The Depths of his love
The depths of his love was so certain
My father that he had for me
How his strong arms would hold me
Singing a soft melody
An impression so tattooed within me
Through those big loving brown eyes
One that will never be broken
A memory kept ere so alive
For he sang to me many a love song
As he danced with me across the floor
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
And there was ah so many more
T’was created in heaven
For only my wee eyes to see
The love of a father to daughter
The strength that he’s given to me
It began when I listened to heartbeat
As he held me so close to his chest
A comfort described not ere lightly
Only few can know and attest
He watched and he laughed as I crawled by
Learning this new special feat
I remember looking up to him smiling
Aye smiling my toothless grin sweet
With me his laughter was harder
I know for I sensed it the best
Love showered on me forever
Little known it would be at his rest
He left ere for work that morning
I stood and I waved my goodbye
At the big glass picture window
Our place for hello here am I
At home he would call, “where’s my angel?”
I would run to his waiting strong arms
He’d twirl me about the room happily
At four there’s much room for some more
I woke that morning to a sobbing
Crawling out of my wee little bed
Only to see Daddy lying
On the floor of the bathroom and dead
Aye but who stood nearby his body
For wee little eyes to see
But Daddy so clearly a standing
Next to his own still body
He smiled at me sweetly a nodding
Yet for me I did not understand
And followed the sounds of the crying
Mother weeping with head in her hands
She swept me in arms that were shaking
No word to explain unto me
And whisked me off to the neighbors
Confused with so much wondering
They did not tell me he left us
For too young I was thought to be
And at that window awaiting
Each day for my Daddy to see
By the grace of the angels above me
And the love of my grandmothers arms
She pointed to clouds up above me
Daddy’s there to protect you from harm
For I was only of four years
But to me it made much perfect sense
So Daddy is now my own angel
His nod to me now I’m content
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
July 2, 2012
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Regis
Mark
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
Deborah
It seems unfair that you lost him so early, so dreadfully sad, but there must be a reason for such things and as you say, he is your angel. You are his, too.
Blessings,
Christine
Gail
Edith
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Love ya!
Jane
Hugs and love
God Bless You!
JMD
A perfect and loving tribute to your father who yes is still your gaurdian angel.
Budd