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