I share this because my Pa his name is Dan, Danny and his Pa used to sing this to him. I love listening to it and I can hear my Pa singing it to my brother, Danny. My Pa had a high tenor voice. I loved to listen to him sing. He was always singing something! 😀
My Pa
Memories still hold you
Memories still hold you
Even though you’re not here
they do
If I close my eyes I can still hear you speak
Sometimes I think I hear you call my name
Sometimes I think I smell your cologne
Sitting here watching this sunset
I remember the last sunset we saw together
Memories still hold you
they do
Pa’s wooden chain
I think back when was thirteen
I guess it’s been awhile
I’d spend the day with
ole Pa he’d always make me smile
We’d sit upon the porch
He’d talk about the days
It was as if his memories
Were perfect in that place
He carved this piece of wood
some they called it whittlin’
I just called it Pa talking
He never was belittlin’
He’d carve a little
and talk a while
or maybe just sit and think
To me it looked like magic
as he as he crafted every link
I’d ask Pa what you carvin’
He’d say another link
To that chain I started year ago
Good idea don’t you think?
Well to me it all seemed silly
and I waited for each day
To listen to his stories
and he carved his special way
It’s been years ago and far away
since we sat face to face
but he carved for me a memory
that time cannot erase
A mirror of the things we shared
The images remain
Reflecting days and easy ways
My Pa’s wooden chain…..
Worn way too thin for wearing
Worn way too thin for wearing
Grandpa Art would say
As he tugged at all the frays
Hold on a minute
let me get a patch
My Pa he’d shake his head
Cause he’d rather be caught dead
Then to wear the patches
sown on by his dad
He had some crazy patterns
and to him it never mattered
Whether it matched
it only had to have the color
Cause Grandpa Art was frugal
He didn’t care bout being a cool dude
He’d say come son your shirt’s
Worn way too thin for wearing
This is my Grandpa Art
“Micki, play Greensleeves”
When my Pa got home from work I practiced a lot, but actually I got lost in the music. My Pa would change into his shorts or jeans, get a beer sit down, lay his head back and if I stopped playing he said, “Micki play Greensleeves.” I learned all the lyrics, because sometimes my Pa, he would sing. I loved those evenings.
My Pa went to college on a voice scholarship, he sang tenor, and sometimes I thought I heard Angels singing with him. Â He gave that up when the draft came and he enlisted. Gave up his music for this country. Why do we give our music away? Well it’s because although we love it, we also love and believe in something or someone and it’s worth the sacrifice. I was just thinking about that tonight.
Play misty for me
Misty was the song
I heard him play
she danced
he held her strong
like a princess
he was dashing
she was floating
I know it cause
I saw her
she smiled
when he played Misty
Papa can you see me, Papa can you hear me?
Papa what’s your favorite color?
“Papa what’s your favorite color?”
“Micki blue like your eyes, one day a man will get lost in them and Violet like your Mother’s.”
My Pa bought me my first colored stone ring, Peridot my birthstone, I was 13. After that he made it his mission to buy every colored stone for me from Amethyst, Topaz to my favorite Tanzanite. I love color, I love everything about color. I love all colors, I purchase my clothing according to colors and then my closet is color organized. I love that my Pa loved blue, he always wore blue and sometime Purple Violet~I love that so much about my Pa!
My Pa’s siblings~Heavy on the polyester
Left Uncle Jack, Aunt Sandee, My Pa, Auntie Karen, Uncle Steve, and too cool for school Uncle Gunn. Doesn’t he look so cool?
This makes me smile! 😀
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