Memories of Dad Happy memories of times gone by Sweetens the blow of saying goodbye A loving, caring, mischievous man Having him as my Dad - how lucky I am From when I was born and giving me a name Turning life’s simple things into a game Learning about nature, animals and plants Standing on his feet and having a dance Teaching me how to ride a bike Days at the caravan and flying a kite Bravely pulling out a wobbly tooth Sometimes losing his temper and hitting the roof Helping me to do my homework from school Splashing about and swimming in the pool Playing piano at the table and ‘hit my hand’ Enjoying the finer things in life and feeling grand A sense of humour sometimes course and crude A large appetite for good wine and food Eating the giblets and chewing a bone “Screw you guys, I’m going home” Falling asleep in a chair at the drop of a hat Loathing nothing more than a domestic cat Watching the Spurs at White Hart Lane Hating to see anyone he loved upset or in pain Buying flowers for Mum on Christmas Eve Loving a party and never wanting to leave Always enjoying a laugh and a joke Talking to people – all manner of folk I will miss him so much for his warmth and love But know he’s watching over me from high above Thank you for being my father and my friend I will love you forever – until the very end