Selective memories some I guess it's so
When my kids were kids away back when
We'd drive come xmas to Tin Can Bay
forestry cut a pine bring top back ag'en
We had a xmas tree ceiling high with star
Decorate it ever so top to bottom then
With endless cards and all the trim too
They all loved bringing it home back when
I had a letter they wrote for me for years
Signed best dad from every one of them
So much moving I lost it overall time
But it lives in my memory still of then
Don't know of Cassandra the rest around
What coursed her vanishing from sight
But they all live in my heart still today
I think of them yet both day and night
Nobody is perfect might feel they are
In life it's all about one day at a time
Doing as we feel is right along the way
But selectively memories often live divine
I'm not better or worse I'm just making
The best I can with bad situations true
One thing for sure I'll for evermore
Adore each one as I did and still do
I'm 78 now way too thin health a woe
But I am taken care of by an angel wife
Despite I complain she's always there
Creating happiness often from strife
She plays the electric guitar I bought her
And does so very well for me lovely too
Keeps a lovely home has a lovely garden
Admired by one and all as they bloom true
I love the sound of the gentle rain at night
From 2nd floor it helps me sleep as it falls
Natures music ever peaceful in symphony
As the night birds often softly they call
But over all my father days memories still
Live as if they ere only yesterday every one
Know each of you I loved you all endlessly
Just as in life I've in life always done
Your Dad ...
terrence michael sutton
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