Saturday, September 11, 2010

three years

by teresa

His hands were freckled and stocky and covered in cuts from fixing things.
I see people with his hands and I want to tell them..."you have my daddy's hands."

Three years and we still say, "put that in grandaddy's garage."
I still ask, "can I borrow daddy's truck?"
I tell people,"my parents live next door."
My parents.

I miss you daddy.
love, your teresa jean

*he used to sing this song to my mom*

1 comment:

Mom said...

I loved it when he sang that song to me. I miss him so much. It seems so long since he's been here with us, but at the same time it seems just like yesterday.