A Present Under The Tree

 

Don't feel sorry for me

When it's Fathers Day

I'll have letters from him

Until I'm old and grey

 

Don't feel sorry for me

When I reach for his hand

Because he'll always be with me

Through the lines in the sand

 

Don't feel sorry for me

On my wedding day

When it's time to dance

For he taught me the waltz

When he had the chance

 

Don't feel sorry for me

That he's no longer here

What if his place in the world

Is now for someone else dear

 

Don't feel sorry for me

For I have not lost

If you knew my Daddy

You know what I've got

 

I've still got his songs

His voice in my head

Saying carry me with you

In this journey ahead

 

I'll carry him always

Like the clothes that I wear

Every day in my thoughts

This, I swear

 

He left me a present

Under the Christmas tree

A little baby sister

A sister for me

 

A sister to love

And a sister to hold

To hold hands with

When we cross the road

 

Thank you Daddy

For our present under the tree

I know you'll always

Be smiling with me

 

 

Written through the eyes of a 5yr old girl who's Daddy was an amazing musician, gave
the best cuddles, told the worst jokes, had the biggest heart imaginable and also had Cancer.