Leah Wells

For My Dead Dad...

Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.

Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.

Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 18, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011

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  • kristian (8/22/2018 9:20:00 AM)

    i feel the poem and dedicate it to my late dad

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  • Janice Omdalen (7/9/2012 9:10:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem Leah, and well written. I lost my dad 3 years ago, and miss him terribly. Thank You for writting this.
    Janice

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  • Kaitlyn Simc (12/19/2007 6:29:00 PM)

    I'm loving how you write. Thank you

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