GONE

GONE


You left your jacket hanging
On a nail on the wall
And I found your old watch
On a table in the hall;
Then I saw your overalls
In a bag stored away
I thought how hard you worked
Every single day!!

I miss you most at Christmas
When we all sat down together
Now I eat all by myself
And stare out at the weather;
I miss you on my birthdays
I miss you at our church
And when I see your picture
That's when it truly hurts.

Sometimes I think I smell you
That woodsy, out-door smell
I close my eyes & often feel
As if I were in Hell;
I miss you in the evenings
As I sit in your old chair
Though you've been gone so long
I still can smell your hair.

I know you won't come back to me
I know that is a fact
Because the day that you left
I tried to not look back;
I just want to tell you now
That I feel so sad
And I'm still mad at Jesus
Because He took you, Dad.