I sat by the brook where he taught me to fish he would tell
of his adventures down to the last wish...the sun would fall
but we didnt care i had no worries for my father was there.

we'd walk in the house ever so late he'd say "well we need
to buy some more bait" id scurry off to bed and wait for the
morn,,,i remember the nights were so cool and warm.

sometimes mom would come to the brook not to just fish but
to take a good look i think she liked the flowers and the
smell of the trees, there was so many things there to see.

we'd takes some food and have a good day i prayed these
times would never go away but over time seems dad grew
ill,,,,always tired and hurt he would feel...mom would stay
up late nights and cry,,,i was so young i didnt really kno
why.

one year later, its just mom and me but now i hold close to
all the memories,,mom and i still go fish by the brook maybe
dad is there now just to have a look.

sometimes things change and u move on to the next i just
want to say "i miss you dad" and in peace may you rest.