The Essence Of Your Hand…
Dad, you taught me right from wrong,
Filled my lips with a joyous song.
Whenever I slipped, you held my hand,
Helped me leave imprints in the sand.
I looked to you for strength and support,
When on others I could not depend.
My life was often turbulent and blue,
But you helped me sail right through.
My eyes and smile I inherited from you,
Always forever reminding others of you.
But I was forever a little girl to you,
Whose hand you held right through.
Opening the gate in the evenings to you,
Ensured with chocolates you walked through.
Your charming warmth always a part of you,
You picked me up, hugged me close to you.
In life’s long journey I keep looking for you,
In whom do you reside, so I may find you?
Now that you’re gone all that’s always there-
Is the essence of your supportive hand.
Dad & I ….he left us on the 5th of Jan, 2005.