My dad is a survivor too…
Which is no surprise to me.
He’s always been like a lighthouse
That helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my Dad each day he walks Muppet
To lift him when he’s down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one’s around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
Waiting for me to walk in the door,
With my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
And wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He’s the greatest of them all!
But there are times when he needs to cry…
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder…
And tell him it’s okay,
Be his strength when he’s sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
From the Heaven’s above…
I’m so proud that he’s a survivor…
And, I can still feel his love!
Written by Kaye Des’Ormeaux
Slightly changed by Alan on
June 2, 2004
Nothing can ease the pain that I feel…this is too unreal