Behind the ocean shades of blue in his eyes,
And the dust devil tone in his voice,
He is the man he always was,
And he looks down upon us with pride.


Behind the straight-laced fatherly image,
There be a man who stood at your side,
And even though he has gone,
He looks down upon us with pride.


With fishing he loved so dearly,
A camping trip, a sinking boat, a drive
Oh Dad don’t forget the skunk,
And he looks down upon us with pride.


See, because every journey we’ve experienced,
Since he left us feeling blind,
He hasn’t left our hearts,
He’s just a step behind.


Today he’s no longer with us,
But a piece of his heart still beats inside,
We can’t always see him,
But he looks down upon us with pride.


He’s our Father,
He travels with us,
When we walk each path in life,
And he’ll always be looking down upon us with pride.


Kay Dunaway

Not here, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.
As long as you have voice to shout their name, THEY LIVE ON!


Mines gone to..LOVED your poem..