IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY FATHER
DAVID B. TROUTMAN SR.
1/9/1924-11/22/1984
I MISS YOU MORE EACH DAY.
My brother, David B.Troutman Jr. 1946-1991
My brother, James F.Troutman 1955-1985
Gone much too soon.
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Whisper.......
Daddy can't you hear the clock that's ticking on the wall?
Look at all the pictures that are hung up down the hall
Remember all the laughter and the tears that we have shared?
Remember how you held me tight and kissed away my tears?
Daddy can't you hear the clock that's ticking on the wall?
The pictures changed and I grew up, I was no longer small
Remember when you told me that I filled your life so full?
And always made me feel so special, life was wonderful
Daddy you can't hear the clock that's ticking on the wall?
The pictures that are hung up now are you when I was small
There is no one to hold me tight and kiss away the tears
You left me for a better place but I still feel you near
Daddy I can hear the clock that's ticking on the wall
It was so very long ago, aren't memories wonderful?
I feel your arms around me as you kiss away my tears
I hear you whisper softly "thats my little girl so dear."
Sand * * *
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