by Gary Cox
The silent words that your eyes spoke
that moment that we shared,
Pierced my soul and left their mark
as none had ever dared.
In life we failed to share the words
that we both knew were there,
We sat in silence awkwardly
as though we weren't aware.
Presumed that you would always be
the way you'd always been,
A shadow I could always chase
your footsteps to walk in.
It's strange the things a son will do
to try to be like Dad,
In spite of all the faults and ways
I wish you'd never had.
All in all those times were you,
no different could you be,
The way you lived and how you died
were your own destiny.
I often wonder how it'd be,
to give it one more try,
To spend the time we never had
the first time life slipped by.
I oftentimes will see someone,
a stranger I don't know...
But in their eyes I'll catch a glimpse
of someone I loved so.
I'll catch a whiff of some brief smell
that I cannot explain...
But as it passes by my way
it beckons out your name.
The tears still fall, yet slowly now,
this wound shall always be...
Lest I forget the one who died
that meant so much to me.
That final moment that we shared,
the touch and look you gave...
Spoke more to me in that brief time
than words could ever say.
Dad, I know it won't be long
until we meet again...
And I will have eternity
your footsteps to walk in.
In Loving Memory Of
James L. Cox
September 27, 1935 - March 14, 1985