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We Are As Old As We Think We Are
With your hair turning grey,
And your eyes slightly dim,
Those eyes still as green as the sea.
I feel the same,
When you look at me now.
As l did when you first looked at me.
With your lop-sided grin and one missing tooth,
I remember the feeling l had...Where was the tooth?
I wondered within, but l didn't dare to ask.
With your thunderous Welsh voice
That changes for me, into gentle, soft whispers
And your strong, but rough hands which over
the years have slowly become softened.
The heavy wood that made your hands rough,
does not feature so much in our lives.
But l'll always remember that wonderful smell
Fresh sawdust as l watched you work.
And your lopsided grin, smiling at me.
"Nearly done, ........Won't be long....."" We'll see.
Your sense of time was different from mine,
I'd grown up with punctuality..
A Lady, l was and my poor, gentle dad,
When l took you home....Rough with long hair,
The still missing tooth.......
Oh How my gentleman dad worried about me.
With the passing of time and the horrors of cancer,
If only he could see you now.!
With your hair turning grey and soft
gentle hands and those green eyes,
Still looking at me.
He'd have to admit, He was wrong about you,
Though l never blamed him for caring.
His only daughter in a house full of sons,
And , no doubt remembering that HE was
Oh the love that l feel as we're still together,
Is stronger than a ship bearing barnacles.!!!!!
Nothing and no-one could tear me from you,
Only God could do that when the time comes,
So l'll trust in Him and what He has planned,
For now, l am happy to still hold your hand.