Finding my Father…

A mere twenty mile drive
seeming to be a hundred
A song, long forgotten
plays on the radio

“Oh, we must believe in magic
We must believe in the guiding hand
If you believe in magic
You'll have the universe at your command”

Suddenly the building
that smells of death,
Is in my view
as I shift to Park

….still filling my mind, plays

“Mad is the crew
bound for Alpha Centauri
Dreamers and poets and clowns
Bold is the ship bound for Alpha Centauri
Nothing can turn it around”

Hundreds of miles
now behind me,
the elevator doors
open with a ding

The corridor is long
curtain aside, there
in the bed sits
this great big man

The smile on his face
quickly came to mine
Wonder in my heart
Spirit in my Joy ….

“Oh, we must believe in magic
We must believe in the guiding hand”

Thank you Crystal Gayle!!!

Lyrics brought to life by Crystal Gayle

The tables have turned, although it will take some time, my Father is amazing and time remains