There are words that stir up memories
And scenes that touch my heartí
Sometimes a certain melody can
Cause the tears to start~
And I wonder at what memíry stores
Within the heart and mind~
Locked away ~ protected ~ where
It canít be touched by time.
Itís been awhile, but since youíve gone
I feel youíre still around.
Iíve coaxed the grass (at last) to grow
Upon your sacred ground;
But...I still wait to hear you say
I did a job up right...
And feel Momís ache as if my own
For your tender word at night.
I know that as a child you lacked
The father-love I had ~
That you were left abandoned by
The one you had called ďDadĒ ~
Maybe that made you more determined
To be there for us all ~
And we walked the straight and narrow Ďcause
Our Daddy stood so tall.
I know that God, the Father, has
Embraced you to His heart;
I know that all the pain you bore
He has taken far apart ~
I know Heís said, ďWell done!Ē to you ~
Looked right into your eyes!
And blessed you well with Heavenís best ~
(Perhaps to your surprise.)
You have become our treasure ~
There on Heavenís shore ~
And when we come we know youíll be
Waiting at the door...but
Still, the quiet yearning
Is ever there to see
Each deed I do...I wonder yet...
Is Daddy proud of me?
Joan Clifton Costner