My dearest son, I hear your broken heart,
And know that pain that tears you from within.
But though I'm gone, my love will always start,
And flow to you, as strong as it has been.
You say you wish you had more time with me,
To tell me of your love, so pure and bright.
But son, I knew, as only fathers can see,
The love that shone in every word and sight.
Your memories of me, I hope they're dear,
And bring you comfort, in your lonesome hours.
For though I'm not with you, I'm always near,
Watching over you, with love's warm powers.
So dry your tears, and hold your head up high,
For in your heart, my love will never die.