Come Sundays, we kneel amid gardens quiet
An array of memories, wrapped marble white
Roses and carnations, my eyes closed tight
A portrait of emotions, fringes tailored sad
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A box of winters, from our Christmases past
With Silent Nights' n' days that'll last
The Jingle Bell tales, my world at half-mast
I've tucked them away, they're labeled, "My Dad"
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The tears are all colored, layered the same way
Aches painted blue when sadness opts to stay
I'd step into your world for just one more day
If I could go back, giving all that I had
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As time moves on, I face tomorrow's new quest
With threads of love I've wrapped my best
Rest high on the mountain, Daddy, be blessed
For my treasured winters, I'm grateful and glad
