Four Years Without My Father

Four years without my father, and not a day goes by

That I don’t still think of you, and want to call; that I don’t wonder why

For years without my father, growing up and growing old

When I feel you near, it comforts me, in times of solitude

 

Four years without my father, as the layers peel back –  slow

Each year there are more questions, and yet somehow more I know

For years without my father, my mother raised us on her own

Times with you were precious, and how the time has flown

 

Four years without my father, kids are fabulous and growing fine

If you could only see them, your expression would be divine

For years without my father, most holidays apart

Now searching to find meaning in the holes of my heart

 

Four years without my father, what reminds me of you?

Palm trees and bourbon, a fleeting whiff of tobacco, and the sky, when it is blue