"Father's Touch"
A gentle swaying in the breeze
took my thoughts to home and thee.
Memories touched of a smiling face
gentle whispers,sweet loving grace.
Thoughts of him brim my eyes to well
hurting the heart, making it swell
in the sweet love that stands tall above any
My wonderful Father, my Man for Many.
Laughter returns and tears pass
when I dwell on his love of this lass.
Knowing he watches and guides from above,
knowing the emptiness is not from his love,
knowing the castle rises tall and straight,
as he smiles down to me, beaming in wait.
Feeling his presence in all that I do
holding his hand when the sadness sweeps through
listening to words he said so many years
guiding and touching my cheek wet with tears
when moments turned sore and bitter to taste
bidding me patience, teaching without haste.
In Loving Memory to my Father, W. Kenneth Foster