Daddy

                             Daddy

Dear Daddy, it's that time of year once more;
the oaks have lost the fight with winter's breeze.
Their golden wounds now lie on nature's floor.
Like me, they wither midst a numbing freeze.

This season takes me back to thoughts of you
and how those drizzly skies depressed you so.
Although you thrived with summer skies of blue,
that one grey day, you chose to let life go.

Though you've been gone for many years, I see
throughout my life, your essence still exists.
In eyes of sons and daughters, there you'll be,
and through my veins your moodiness persists.

Today an icy wind caressed my face.
Oh Daddy, how I hate winter's embrace.