One sound

You would come in sit down from work we would sit next to you if we could a smell a sense a touch of you the head a man our dad at odds in our midst who tried as best he could did not know old things too young to lead to be in charge but you were our dad and now with time your touch is gone my dad is dead in my world but I think of love for him from when I was a child and I felt old as I thought I knew more than you a great weight you looked to me to know to steer to lead I was a child and did not know of things of the world now I have no wants to touch this flesh of man though still here your words are lost just dreams I have from a small girl in the past.