------Dust on a Memory------

Dedicated to PaPa


The image of one who walked tall
had hung there so long on the wall.
I had put it there years ago
To remember and always to know,
That someone once cared and gave more
and that man, a small boy adored.
Most times I quickly walk by
His memory it seems I've let die.
To busy to stop and reflect
on the man whom I did so respect.
Days and months seem to fly by
As he watches and just wonders why,
I don't stop or say "Hello There",
But I think he knows that I care.

Today I passed that face on the wall
and I heard him lovingly call
"Boy, let us go do some fishing, 
I been hanging here just kinda wishing
That you and me might sneak on out
to catch that big old bass or some trout"
I looked into those baby-blue eyes,
saw his smile then I realized 
My life had so fallen apart
I'd stopped living the love in my heart
So I resolved to him and my soul
each day as I slowly grow old
To stop, smile and wish him good day
for bringing his love back my way.