To remember a Father is a special thing
to hold him near is as warm as spring
The sting of death is as cold as winter
seeing his face for the very last time.

Holding the memories in my mind
keeping his love in the heart is devine
knowing he can be visited anytime
closing my eyes and knowing he's there

Knowing he's watching as time goes by
but wishing he was still near
missing the laughter in his voice
and the silly little things he'd say by choice

Hoping he'd be there for graduation
 weddings to and give away the brides
 tell his son he's proud and he's done fine
while hugging their neck and shaking their hands

Things can change in a very short moment
its hard to believe he's gone from our lives
But a memories of dad is not far away
just look in our hearts and close our eyes