That everyday would be the day I needed my father most.
When everything has gone to hell and I still have to smile
When the steel has been ripped away and the concrete is crumbling
Things that made sense only questions now.
Try to follow my head,follow my heart.I see him in my brother’s eyes.
To hear his voice, that pause before he spoke.
I’ve forgotten all the things I’ve wanted to ask him
But I think of more everyday
Everyday.Everyday is the day I need him most of late.
Now it’s all just memories.Good and bad.
A box of memories, some photos,some notes,some books.
A room in my head where memories of him live.
The room needs bright fresh paint, it’s starting to peel in these few short years.
Shadows fighting shadows when it falls apart-I turn to ask him and he’s not there.
Everything must die.
I know this.But-
Sometimes I want an exception.
A damn do-over.
Turn the clock back.
No such wish granted today.
I guess it’s not going to happen so I find him where I can.
Happy Birthday dad.Love you-GP