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| Dan Hill Miscellaneous Memories Memories of when i was a little boy, four years old, Waiting for my daddy to come home, And now i look into the eyes of my own son, Wondering what he's thinking of, Waiting at the window when i come home. Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder. He reaches out his tiny hand; I feel the bond 'tween boy and man. Memories of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for weeks at a time, Not knowing how to comfort her, Facin' my pillow, pretendin' not to hear. Now i write this letter to my little boy. I'm far away, not knowing really what to say Except, "i'm sorry, oh so sorry." I don't want to make these same Mistakes my daddy made with me. Still his voice rolls off my tongue When i say, "boy, protect your mom." Memories of my wife cryin' on the phone Wonderin' when i'm coming home. My voice sounds detached and cold, Reminds me of someone that i knew; He had a funny attitude When i needed him to be All the things only a daddy could be to me. And i don't want to make the same Mistakes my daddy made with me. Still his voice rolls off my tongue When i say, "not now, i'm busy son." Memories of lying in bed with my wife and son, Overwhelmed by so much love, Tryin' to explain how a man can cry Yet still be happy, Thinking of all the dumb mistakes i've made. Now i understand my father's pain; He did the best with what he knew. I love you daddy. I watched my son fall asleep And wonder what he'll think of me When years from now he sees his son Reachin' out his tiny hands for love. |
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