I had a sad e-mail today.
It made me cry inside
It suggested gifts for Fathers Day
And showed them in a tempting way -
But my dear Dad has died.
At this same time in June last year
We had bought each Dad a card
And a little gift, not very dear –
As I had done for many a year -
This year it is so hard.
This time last year three cards I bought
For two Dads and a friend;
Now all have gone; who would have thought
This year I’d be so overwrought –
And each dear life would end?
For their dear Grandads our kids will cry
But together we’ll be brave
We’ll wipe the teardrops from each eye
And three red roses we will buy
To lay upon each grave.