It was only a night or so ago
we sat around the family table 
and sipped upon a cup of hot tea.
We shared a laugh or two
and you just had to comment
on our old albino tree.



Later that night
before you left
you said, "see you later"
I just never thought it would be this way.



I guess the saying
"never go to sleep with angry words"
do ring so true.
Thank God,
we never shared a few.



How I wished I could turn the precious time
that has slipped me by 
back to yesterday.
Just to say
how good you really looked
and that I do love you
so please never go away.
I wish I just held you
for alittle while
and had my little say.



Now today I don't know what to do or say
words are all locked up inside.
God, I wished I had that other day
that passed me by.
Damn this pride of mine
for I kept it all locked
up inside to hide.



For it can't really be  such a shame
to hear a grown man
tell his daddy that you love him.
But now all I can do
is say it in a prayer or a hymn.




I took a day or so off work
my mind just won't continue
so much is on you.
I just never knew such pain.
God, I hope I don't lose you.




Knowing I'm kinda old
for making such wishes.
But if you have time up above
please shed alittle light
down upon a tired daddy.




Spread him some peace of mind
lift his pain.
So I can hold my daddy's hand
like a little boy again.



7 December 1987
Written about my father-in-law, Gordon Graham
after suffering a heart attack