Mother can I ask why my father's breath haunts him,
Follows like a ghost every word he says
Why his weary face, with lines cut by a knife
Tells me I live with a man tired of his life
All the times we laughed
All the times we cried
I will remember them
And always cherish them
Your grandfather did lay years before his time
I was just a toddler when I first heard his lines
You sat me on your lap, a poet's voice unwind
Sorrow faded yours within looking out at mine
All the times we laughed
All the times we cried
I will remember them
And always cherish them