*Each night an empty pocket Upon the dresser lay The treasures of my Father His wealth now on display *** No great amount of money Nor watch of gold he wore Gave me greater meaning Than heart I could explore His smile so sweet and tender The heart that was so kind Hands so strong and worn now As watch would tick through time *** I look into the past now Each night before I rest See his shadow looming With love a vision blessed My pockets now are empty Like Dads were every night Blessed I am with riches His wisdom brought such light *** The treasures that I carry They are within my soul Joy of love and caring These riches make me whole.******** miss u abu.....
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 09:09:14 +0000