In My Father's Memory For Mark Poem by Kay Moore

It's sad to see an old girl cry, can you believe, thats true,
One day, when this happened, my thoughts turned to you.
Whilst out for my morning walk, without a friend in sight,
I was thinking of your dilemma, and wished you could see the light.
My Dad was my first love, and he loved me most of all,
Of course Mum stood in first place, but I was, 'His' little girl.
He used to call me 'Pally', while I just called him Dad,
Yet looking back in reflection, its sad,
The lack of times together, we, had.
You see he was a shift worker, yep, he was a railway man.
So little time to-gether, forty two of his working years,
Matched to my, forty years, life span.
When that dreaded, cancer, claimed him, that special, Dad of mine,
There's not a day, I don't regret, with him, I'd spent more time.
Now he's gone, I'll tell you, there's none will take his place,
That's why sometimes, I cry still, he was my saving grace.
He worked.........too hard
He drank..........too hard
And he smoked..........far too many, please heed my warning,
Dude, plan to be there for your girls,
The excitement of their first school dance,
Pyjama parties that they'll plan,
Mum won't budge an inch, but they know you'll understand.
When they win at netball, when their first love breaks their hearts,
When they graduate from Uni, you'll play an importanat part.
If they come home drunk one night,
And of this, I'm sure they will
Remember, when you yell at them, they, will love you still.
When they plan to marry, and you walk them down the aisle,
Silent tears will be disguised, behind your beaming smile.
What about the morning, when a grandad, you become,
What a thought to ponder, could there be, a grandson? ? ?
How sad would be the moment, if all that they could say,
If, Dad had since passed over, this, would have been his day.
Divorce could linger in their hearts,
Life's trials are rather sad.
That is when they'll all need you..........'their Dad'
See, there was only one of me, but your reasons, number three,
Then of course, your staunch support,
Your strenght, your loving wife,
Together dance this rocky road, the fun one, we call life.