It’s Three Years Now
Three years ago, I lost my father,
Who had a heart of gold,
How much I really miss you,
You never can be told.
You shared in all my troubles,
And helped me get along,
If I follow in your footsteps,
I never can go wrong.
You will always be my father,
So true and very rare,
Content in your greenhouse or garage,
But you were always there.
On earth you were a worker,
In heaven, you are at rest,
God bless you dad, three years on,
You surely were the best.
Ian
4th March 2012