They are adding an addition to the building next door,
Every day I watch them and miss you more.
All the sounds and sights take me back to yesterday,
In memories of the past, I fade away.
It takes them forever, to hit one little nail in,
"My dad can do it better", I think and I grin.
When they stop for coffee breaks, like we used to do,
I think of cupcakes, one for me, one for you.
I can see the sweat dripping off your nose, in the heat,
Id break in your boots, cuz I have wide feet.
I can hear you whistle, as I watch them pour cement,
Remember your thermos, with the tractor dent?
I can see flaws in their work, and I am so proud I do,
All was done to perfection, when done by you.
I see the dolls in the outhouse, in Bermuda Dunes,
I hear you whistle and sing, yesterday's tunes.
Your pride was obvious when people would come and say,
"I see you brought your little helper, with you today."
Oh, dad I love you, it is hard not to cry,
Every day I am reminded, how time slips by.
I watch them build, and want so much to slip away,
And be a child again, like yesterday.
Every day I watch them, and whisper quietly,
"Dad I love you, thanks for loving me."
Tami L. Andreasen Bennett