The grain of time sifts through the days
As each magical moment tumbles through my mind
I recall the days when my father was alive
His story's so sorely missed during Christmas time
He would recall what happened during the time he was alive
During the times our family was alive
Births, Deaths, Marriages...he remembers them all
Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters, Uncles, Aunts, cousins
He remembered them so well...smiles...he had story's for them all
He was the soul of the family that kept memory's
Pressed between the pages of our minds
I do the best I can...I hope I carry on his legacy
As the storyteller that perhaps is wise...smiles
I try my best