Memories Of Father

I used to follow Daddy,everywhere, My little legs had trouble keeping up; So he would pause,until I reached his side, Then on strong shoulders,he would lift me up:

Oh what a view I had from Daddy's shoulders, He left a heavy imprint in the soil, As we returned,I'd stretch my legs to reach them Following his footsteps,to our home:

As I grew up and struggled through my teen years, With problems,only teenage eyes could see; I'd find sweet peace,just resting on his shoulder, He'd pat my head and sing a song to me:

Now Daddy's footsteps,walk on Heaven's pathway, I miss those shoulders,that I leaned upon; But when life's journey for me ends,he's waiting, And I will follow Daddy's footsteps home:

-Bobby Smith              Copyright:2000(4th collection)

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Shoulders & Footsteps