Everyone will tell you,
It was not a mistake...
So many things still to discover
A lifetime of things to go wrong...
When death has stricken all the joy of day
And bled it out in red and golden hue...
Tinted with rose
Are the memories of yore...
Hearing children laugh
As they play with...
family will always care
no matter what you do...
Even before the day you were born
Life dealt you its first blow...
Someday when you're old enough,
You'll understand this grown-up stuff...
A father of three
I shoulder responsibilities...
Come tuck into my embrace
Let me breathe the scent of you...
As I sit and watch you play,
I wish I could be here everyday...
Father.
I remember when you took me camping...