Remember when I was ill
And thought I was a hero?
Going to the hospital with Dad
He visited my room every night
When he was through seeing patients
He had patience with me and let me
Recover on my own timeline
His compassionate and soft side
Gentle hugs and gentle hands
What a gentle man he's been
He's always there
When I needed him to rescue
Remember the second time
When I stopped taking the pills
On the phone, he was out of town
But directed me home
Where his secretary could help
It meant so much to me
His colleagues were present
And I was not alone
Gifted and graced by their
Shining faces until he showed up
And he was there
To advocate on my behalf
The laughter of my father
Is the sweetest sound
'Cause I know he has nothing
To worry about
He's in charge of many people
And looks after me too
But golf games and those model trains
Tell me he's pulling through
One day, he'll be gone, and I'll imagine
He's at a long conference
Giving lectures with God
On how to heal angels
'Cause he says I'm his angel
He'll call from his car, up in heaven
On his way to work, saying
"Did you see the mountain in the backyard?"
"I painted it with water"
"And added a couple trees"
I'll tell him, "Dad, I love the details"
"You're good at details"
Tell him, "Dad, when I was ill"
"You always handled the details"