Not a day goes by that I don't miss your face.
I try to capture who you were, every picture laced
With happy smiles, fishing days, work and so much more
It lines the hallways of my mind like smoke, forgotten lore.
I'll tell your tales of misery and woe, but too of battles won.
Then others can know the gift of you, the treasure of all you've done.
I will see your face again in the morning when I rise.
I'm thankful for the life of you and all the days gone by.