My father passed away in October of 2005. I lost my youngest brother in January of the same year. I have my Dad's guitar which he did play and it is more precious to me then most things I possess. If I listen hard enough and long enough I might hear him playing up in heaven.
This is for you Daddy. I hope you and Charles are waiting for me. Susan
I remember my father,
it seems like only yesterday,
he was so full of life,
but now he's passed away.
I still recall his strumming,
upon his old guitar.
He'd sing to me of beauty,
of places near and far.
Each note seemed enchanted,
so gracefully afloat,
carried gently down a stream,
in a golden fairy's boat.
Mama's heart is breaking,
and I fear that mine has left,
for what gave God the right,
to carry out such a theft?
I pray dear Lord to you above,
to let him play for you,
and give him an angel's guitar,
to play the whole day through.
His life was in his music,
and his time was oh so short.
Let him play in your heavenly band.
Bring him safely into port.
The old guitar is silent now,
but the wind that passes by,
plays such a mournful melody,
for its master in the sky.
Thank you Rich! I know my Dad would like this. Susan
