I'D WALK A MILE

I'd walk a mile,
Just to see you smile.
That's what Papa use to say,
Before he'd leave the very next day.

His blue eyes shinning like stars,
On a dark country night.
His smile so comforting and bright.
Always knowing how to make things
Seem so right

He made you laugh when he said silly things.
His favorite one was "You'll always be my horse
Even if you never win a race."
He came up with stories
Just to put a big smile on your face.

When he got sick his eyes
Seem dull like a fading light.
He grew weak but never gave up
And put up a fight.

He couldn't speak when I last saw him.
They asked do you have anything to say to Papa Jim?

I love you Papa
When are you coming home?
All he did was squeeze my hand
To let me know he loved me too.

On April 15, 1999 his years had ended
And a part of me died inside.

But I'll always remember him saying
I'd walk a mile
Just to see you smile
Before he'd leave the very next day.