It's the feel of the dirt in my toes, the smell of hay in my nose
It's the sight of my daddy plowing the field, it's the time that
we spend gathering the yield.
These are the things I like to remember.


It's the taste of cold well water, it's hearing " That's Lester's
daughter" It's the feel of the water on my skin from Mill Creek
Where I began. It's the smell of the biscuits baking in the old
gas stove, this is the things I will always hold.


It's the first violet of spring, the one that you got a quarter to
bring; daddy hand in pocket pulling out that shiny coin to let you
know that you had won. The smell of Old Spice and Pall Mall's that's
the things I loved.


The sound of laughter coming from the house, while out in the yard
chasing those enormous fire flies. Hiding in the dark waiting to be
found, sisters and brothers searching for you. Giggling in the dark
knowing they know where you are. That's the things that really are.


It's picking berries in the heat for jelly in the winter to eat.
It's helping daddy skin a squirrel so much fun for a little tom girl.
It's fishing on the bank and listening to his voice, telling me that
fish can hear the noise; be quiet!!


It's seeing his truck pull into the lane, knowing everything is right
again. It's the kiss on the cheek and a sweet "night" it's the sound
and it's the sites; all these things I remember and so much more from
the daddy whom I adored.


Been gone now since 78, God doesn't seem possible that so much time
has made me wait. But see him again, I surely will and this I can
promise you; when I get there and he's at the stairs everything will
be good as new.

Written for my Daddy My Knight always


Kathalise Martin
Aug. 25th 2003