How the Memories Linger
Wasn't it only yesterday you bounced me on your knee?
I became a teenager, and my daddy was too old to me.
At eighty, you went to live in that nursing home;
I visited every chance I got,
Wondering what happen to the young daddy
Still I've never forgot.
How you shooed away the Boogieman
Before tucking me in at night,
And the time I rode upon the handle bars
Of that big, red bike you'd bought.
Neither of us dared dream
One day you too would be gone.
I sit alone with lingering memories,
Wishing you were here with me
To tell me more of your stories-
Ones of those living and of those dead.
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