I dreamed about my father,
And awakened with a start.
He seemed so real and loving,
Like an echo from my heart.
I heard his gentle voice,
And felt the touch of his hands,
As they held me close, in his embrace,
Like strong, and golden bands.
I felt so loved, and comforted,
And safe, and understood.
For a loving father makes everything right,
As no one else could.
The dream itself was fleeting,
But the impression it left was clear,
Of being loved by someone,
And the father I hold so dear.
I’ll cherish his memory always,
And pray that I can be,
As fine a person as he was,
In my world of reality.
