i'm sorry, this doesnt rhyme and the verses are unequal. this is about my dad and me, but it'd dedicated to a friend
the first thing i remember is his garden,
how i hated all the digging and the planting.
eating peas fresh from the pod, was so amazing
beans right off the vines, raw and nice.
he was tall and had a wicked sense of humour.
when i was small and grown-ups were so big.
as i aged and he spoke to me as an adult
he saw me play and said he loved the gig.
that meant more than the cash at the end
than all the hand shakes the "well done lads"
to think that night i actually made him proud!
i still beam at the way he smiled.
i thought he was a pain as i was growing
he most likely thought the same thing of me!
i couldnt wait to get away, to get out from his gaze
now i wish i'd had more time with him
my dad now lays in the garden
his ashes mingled there with my mam's
my sisters my brother and i still visit every now and then
they are in my heart, they're never very far away.
sleep tight, dont let the bed-bugs bite.....
