Legacy of Hope: My Dad

Legacy of Hope; My Dad My first memories are full of your dear face Kind brown eyes, edged with wrinkles, a mere trace I can't see a frown nor fretful scowl, only a gap toothed grin With a pompadour, shiny, slick, and black as sin So pleasing and handsome, lanky, laid back stance Graceful limbs, in motion, like an underwater dream dance I picture your gentle hands, known as well as my own Square nails, clean, soft, sign language for, “home”. My first memories are full of your sweet voice Telling tales, laughing, and singing, you rejoice About your love for God, for family, and of wholesome fun The Sun shines brighter with every string you pluck, every chord you strum Lighting up my life, bringing warmth and feeding my very soul Never allowing the hard times, the bitterness, take a toll My first memories are full of compassion and true love My Daddy, trusted to save me from fear, My father, bringing peace like the dove From first memory to a lifetime, gifted with you always standing by Unable to repay you but with all that's in me, I'll try Taking all that I have learned from you, kindness, compassion, fun silliness too, I'll hold your familiar hand as my face fades from your view, My last memory of this man, my beloved Dad, will be full of hope, bittersweet, but not sad.