When I was just a little girl,
And life was so carefree,
The two of them were always,
Chasing after me.
Two older brothers teasing this kid,
Then wiping away my tears,
Or keeping me safe in the dark,
Relieving most of my fears.
Mom always there doing the things
That mother's always do,
Kissing away the little hurts,
Making sure my worries were few.
Dad taking care of his family,
Working hard, yet ready to play,
Giving all he had to us,
Gently guiding us through each day.
They were always there to love me,
Unconditionally, through the years,
But one by one they left me,
No more to dry my tears.
Yet when they left the angels sang,
As they handed them their wings,
And the stars shone bright in heaven
When they found the peace God brings.
Each given an assignment,
I know without doubt what it was,
Their job was to watch over me and mine,
Still protecting, but now from above.
At times I'll feel a little tug,
And I know a brother is there,
Or I'll hear Mom's silent whisper,
"Sweetheart, you know I still care."
And Dad is there to say "Watch out!!"
He still doesn't think I can drive,
I feel him with me even more,
Than I did while he was alive.
Yes, my Guardian Angels,
Surrounding me still, everyday,
And as I finish what's left of this walk,
They're beside me, every step of the way.


Happy Birthday Dad.