A Prayer
Dear Lord, my daddy's coming home.
Please, when you greet him, take him by the hand
And lead him where his love so long has waited,
And let them walk together in the land.
If there be gardens in that heavenly realm,
Please let him have a little spot to tend.
His gentle hands which toiled for years unceasing
Could not be idle. All who called him friend
Know with what tenderness he tilled the earth,
And gloried in its annual rebirth.
Please let him know how very much we loved him,
And help us, Lord, that we might ever be
As honest, patient, kind and uncomplaining
Or even half as wonderful as he.
My mom and dad have been gone many a year but are still thought of with love and admiration. I am happy to hear that you had great ones as well. They were childhood sweethearts as are me and mine (165 years and counting) I just thought Mom 97 Dad 78 total 165 for them too (oh-oh!)
The ones that come from the heart are always the best.10 points. TFS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To protect the family. Nice work.