Dad

'Collect my ashes
On some sunny day in May,
Put my remains
On a mantelpiece to stay,
And one day grandchildren
I never knew in life
Will play there
Near my son and his wife,
And somehow in their
Heart of hearts they'll know:
This was their grandfather
Who died long ago.'

I lost you when still a lad,
I miss you often and feel sad,
This caring, loving man - my Dad...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz