more than a memory

You're more than a memory. Everyday starts the same I expect to see you sitting in your chair that is now empty, as is our house as is my heart. You're more than a memory you're my dad, I'm a fatherless daughter now, but never in my life were you ever absent.I have your silly laugh that is so funny people laugh when they hear it, I have your curly hair, I have your small eyes, I have your cheekbones, I have your big feet, oh and that dimple in my chin it came from you. You're more than a memory. I have a few of your silly habits too. Yes I am a fatherless daughter, he made me who I am. So when you say "I knew your dad" yes you did and I am still apart of him.So intriguing how a simple song can stop me in my steps, have you ever had a flashback that takes you automatically back to a certain point in time, consuming you, taking your breath away. For a while I was blank, could'nt come up with any words, you stirred it up in me again, you are more than a memory to me. Maybe to others you are just a memory. To me the memory of you inspires me awakens me awakens my soul. Sometimes I find myself gazing at the evenings stars, wondering if somewhere beyond those somewhere distant you are walking adornded in white gracefully among Heaven's clouds. Time seems to stand still in the dark of the night. Are you that twinkle in the evening star? Are you the warmth of the winter's breeze? Perhaps that sprinkle falling from Heaven's clouds are tears from you do you miss us as much as we miss you?