My Father

When do I see him?
Way up high upon a floating cloud
Or on a mountain top
In a looking glass,deep within my eyes
Is my fathers love

When do I feel him?
Alone in my room, close by my bed
When gentle wind blows through my soul
He holds my hand always
He has never let go

When do I hear him?
As voices speak from the memories inside
When the ocean waves break to the shore
In laughter of my children
He speaks often to me

I know he is with me
Every moment in my life
Watching, guiding and smiling
A love between this parent and child
Never can it end

Donna Benish
© 2000