by Margaret Folley

Created on: March 07, 2009   Last Updated: September 23, 2011

I can see you walking over the hill top
With rugged clothes torn and bare
And I can see a touch of silver in your hair
I can see you walking through the fields at dusky dark
After a long weary day as from work you depart
I see the things that time has changed
The hurt, and all the scars that you've endured
I see the love, the tenderness,and all the wisdom
You gave us through the years
I can see us around the table with heads bowed low
As you gave thanks for the food and for helping us to grow
I can still see the times you read us the bible,or sang a song
AH! you always made sure we sang along
It seems those times have come and gone
And without you dad we must strive alone
I often wonder sometimes if you can see
Just how much of you, you left in me

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