I remember Daddy's feet
The feet that would walk on thorns for long miles to to make sure we were fed.

I remember Daddy's hand that would fold up in prayer for us
The hands that would wrap themselves around my tiny frame to show love .

I remember Daddy's shoulder ,broad and large as the whole world ,that was my favourite tower as a child.

I remember Daddy's Smile that would banish all tears
And my mum smiling back each time was the miracle of love.

I remember Daddy's large heart
Not what he gained but what he gave ,the heart that would give until in ran empty.

And an old irreligious man once told me ;If there is another world he will be in it ,if not he made the best of this. Weep not because he died but smile because he lived.