Father's Day 2015

By: Larry Hyatt
Sung to the tune “Cats in the Cradle.”

My father died on a cloudy day.

He always wondered why he went astray.
He was young and scared and he never knew
When life throws curves you can see it through.
So he took off to see
What he'd find in the sky
Not knowing what’s missing inside.
Something was missing inside….

And,

Weekends were special and I had to learn
How missing a father makes little boys yearn.
To fill that heart they’ll turn other ways
To seek that something they crave.
To find a love
That they crave.

He’s long since been gone, my life it sure has changed.

I’ve come to grips with so many blames.
I got bills to pay and places to see
I bounce a little girl upon my knee.
And I think of my dad and the gleam in her eyes
She says, “Daddy, say again, I’m your prize. Please say it again, I’m your prize.”

And as her words rang true it occurred to me.

My father enlightened me.
He taught me how not to be he.

And,

Weekends were special and I had to learn
How missing a father makes little boys yearn.
To fill their heart they’ll turn other ways
To seek that something they crave.
To find the love
That they crave.

Be there for your children and not just there, nurture.