Since my father died, I’ve had a hole inside of me.

A grief I could not hide for one who used to guide me.

A yearning for the touch of his hand, the smile on his face,

That could erase all my fears.

To realize that never again

Could I call on him to share my laughter and tears.

And when I think of him, I remember all the things he did for me,

The way he loved me,

And how his love set me free.

Time, I think of time, in terms that have no rhyme for me.

And when I feel sublime, a sadness tries to climb me.

I struggle and I pray to my God to give me the faith I need to quell all my fears.

From heaven Dad is watching me now,

And I count on him to whisper prayers in God’s ears.

And when I think of him, I remember all the things he did for me,

The way he loved me,

And how his love set me free

Things are better now.

Time’s passage has empowered me.

God’s graces do endow a healing that allows me

His memory still fresh in my mind, it lives in my heart,

It makes me laugh through my tears.

I found that there was growth through the pain

And strength for the journey of my faith these past years.

And when I think of him, I remember all the things he did for me,

The way he loved me,

And how his love set me free.

And how his love set me free.

ⓒ 1994 Lora Marie Wade