My Dad is a Survivor
My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse...that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all~!
But there are times when he needs to cry...Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sadHelp him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love~!
(Many thanks to Bev's Little Angels page for the nice poem!)