I wonder why, in retrospect
We see things so much clearer
Each time I think of long ago
I hold those memories dearer
The grown-up world can be so free
Viewed with the eyes of youth
Not feeling the stress of every day
Nor aware of hurtful truth
Working hard, without complaint
Was our Daddy's lot in life
Feeding and clothing seven kids
Paying bills and supporting a wife
Baseball games on the radio
Were his only recreation
Of all the coal our Daddy mined
He never went on a vacation
How I wish my ears could hear
Daddy playing his guitar again
I never hear him whistle now
But my heart feels that refrain
Recalling times both good and bad
My mind plays sweet reviews
I know I'd fail if I had to walk
Just a mile in Daddy's shoes
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
January 23, 2009
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