 |
|
Jack M. Stagner, Sr. - My Father
1920-1985
Daddy's Girl
When you were young, pony-tailed,
face full of playful freckles,
were you a daddy's girl?
I was. I still am.
Did you look to him for your security,
for love and attention,
for the understanding,
and the patience you lacked
as a child?
My daddy was the center of my small world,
the focus of my affections,
the star that lit my life, shining bright.
Shining still in my heart.
The years have led me here,
weathered with maturity and responsibilities,
and I see more clearly now.
The hardships, burdens of love,
and all the small sacrifices he made for me,
for our family.
He created stability, a place to call home.
All the photographs I browse through
of a child long forgotten, scarcely remembered
smiling, so happy and so loved.
The mere thought of becoming that role model
is enough to send me cowering, afraid...
looking for guidance.
Turning to my father and my mom for support,
advice, wise counsel, and for approval.
Grown up, I see differently now...
A new perspective of a man I have always known.
My heart is full, my emotions overpowering
just in the certainty of that bond.
He's been there for me through all the conflicts
helping me over the rough, ragged stones
of growing up.
My respect for him is unending,
faith is unbound, and love is unquestioning.
Even in the midst of all my imperfections,
he is lenient, ignoring the pitfalls,
the downfalls, the shortcomings,
he just accepted me as I was, as I am.
The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struck
and it lifts me up,
it holds my head a little higher,
it keeps me in balance, harmonizing
with the world around me beautifully,
like an inspired masterpiece from the soul
of an honest man.
I am honored to know him,
to love him, to be of him.
He's my hero, and
I am his daughter,
his little girl.
God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around him
And whispered "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer
And saw him fade away.
Altho we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best!
To sing along click here for the lyrics.
Background from Starlight Gallery
Navigation images from Backgrounds by Marie
 |
Home URL - pkbutterfly.com
This site was created with love by
pkbutterfly, Sole Proprietor