"Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow.
For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a
little time, and then vanisheth away." James 4:14
Daddy, where’d ya go so soon
when I was just a rosebud,
not yet an open bloom,
still making pies of mud?
Daddy, did you fly away?
I’ve often wondered why
God couldn't let you stay
and we never kissed goodbye.
Daddy, if you came back now
and you saw some things I’ve
done,
I’d hope you could be proud
-
we could laugh in the morning
sun .
I held you like a child
grasps the string of a balloon,
never meaning to let go --
yet you slipped away too soon.
You flew into the clouds
as I shouted out your name,
and I cried to the LORD aloud,
trying to understand such pain.
Daddy, it has been a while
since the year of sixty-nine
when I last would see your smile,
I sure do miss that time.
Daddy, "Happy Fathers Day" .
. .
whatever that may mean,
it's a day we mostly missed,
like a broken-hearted dream.
Anne Bryant-Hamon
In remembrance of my father,
William R. Bryant,
[Born March 26,1932 - Passed
Away Sept. 10th 1969]
First © June 14th 1997
- Revised June 17th 2001
"Honour
thy father and mother; (which is the first
commandment with promise;) That it may
be well with thee,
and thou mayest live long on the earth."
Ephesians 6:2-3