Echoes of my Dad
By Fiona Cummings
They think I’m insane
Because I say he’s back again
You see I feel him in the breaze
He stands under the trees
He was there last night when I cried
When I’m out
He walks by my side
When I shout
He hushes me
When my views are alone
He agrees with me
When I walk through the door
I hear his footsteps on the floor
I put my hand out and touch his soft jumper
The one I bought him
Just before they called his number
I hear his laughter
They say I need a bafta
But I’m not an actor
What I feel see and hear is the truth
You see he was my world in my youth
There for me when I became married
My problems he carried
He was just comfortable
He had his place at the family table
No one will ever fill that chair
Nobody is capable to show so much care
I catch a glimpse of his silver hair
Still laugh at words we did share
I really can hear his voice
Though echoes chase it now
I want to bring back his voice so loud
I need to see his face clear in the crowd
He is my Dad who made me proud
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