I was at my in-laws house
I took a walk of the property on a warm winter’s day
Their house was a home away from home
Memories and more – the ground where I was married
They sold the property and now it is someone else memories
The last time I saw my father
We watched a lot of television
He in his chair and the family in their seats
Not making memories but spending time
I don’t remember the last thing I said to him
Too worried to get on the road and head towards home
Many last times we’re conscious of
Able to hold our friends and loved ones
Tears knowing it will never be the same
Not after this. But other last times
Slip on by, dialing that phone number
And hearing that voice
One more time.