Dad, I long to sit and drink tea with you

Dad, I long to sit and drink tea with you

And laugh about memories of years gone by

Hearing about the time when you and mum met

To hear about those days when you worked so hard, you were paid so little,

but you coped.

Dad, I long to sit and drink tea with you

To hear the constant stirring of your cup as your excitement stirs

Like a whirlpool when talking about my humorous days as a baby

With temper tantrums and chuckles

When you were proud of my first steps,

when I’d grab your hand tightly as we’d cross what seemed an endless

road toward safety

Dad, I’d love to sit and drink tea with you,

to hear you sip and see you laugh,

To feel your presence, to walk the same path

one day Dad, one day.

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