Silver Strands
Silver strands sprinkled his remaining hair
Quick laughter bubbled as smile adorned his face
A worker doing good job with little flair
As the silver strands increased more into master's race
In times of trouble his silver heart was my hiding place
He still adored me when silver touched my hair
Still to him I was daddy's little girl
Deep within my heart I knew how much he did care
My silver haired father my dear priceless pearl
If he was here now I would dance and whirl
Contest: Silver Strands
Sponsor: Susan Burch
|