We will miss the times of hunting.
The call you used of a deer grunting.
The times of fishing.
All the times of wishing.
We will miss the calls,
And hope it don't drive us up the walls.
We will remember all the times we had.
All the good and the few bad.
We will remember the times when you were glad.
And the look of your face when we said you are the number one dad.
We will miss our times,
Sitting around listening to the old wind chimes.
We maybe apart for now,
But someday, somehow,
We will meet again,
But until then,
We wanted to tell you what we always had,
We love you dad.
