Song Title: A Song For My Father
Author / Artist: Louis Nichole
Master Website:: http://www.louisnichole.com
Copyright: 2001
Music Genre: Adult Contemporary / Inspirational / Broadway
Sample clip (Coming Soon)
I ‘ve tried to follow …..in the footsteps …..of my father
Wearing shoes , that seem impossible ….to fill
How could I be …..even half the man… that he is
How do you build a mountain… from a hill
Papa taught me love can go unspoken
Confessions of the heart are free…. as birds
All that papa does….says what love is
More powerful than any words
Ask him…. to build Rome….. in all it’s glory
He might say…. that he may need a day…. or two
You’ll come home… and there is Rome… in your backyard
And Ben Hur ,,,,,,,is in his chariot … smiling at you
If I could hold Papa’s face….. forever in my memories
I would know for sure that goodness never dies
When I am searching… for the secrets… in his silence
All I have to do …..is look into his eyes
How do you replace the smile….that makes the sunrise?
Or the kiss goodnight … that makes a moon grow bright?
Or the arms …. warm enough to melt a snowman
That takes your hand…. and makes the world all right
A quiet kind of hero
A star upon the tree
How lucky if you know papa
How lucky to be me
Songwriting Inspiration:
My father’s 80th birthday song
My father is the closet thing to God … and the energizer bunny with too many batteries
My dad is a simple man who worked in a brass factory as a furnace liner
He is not much of a talker. it’s not what he says that makes him a great man. It’s what he does……..All you have to do is to see my dad smile and you know it.
Poppi is the original…. Handy Dandy Daddy. He washes..He mows, he paints, he fixes, he vacuums…he does almost anything…. you tell him to do.
NOW, we are saddened that The Handy Dandy Daddy… is discontinued until further notice….1 800.God has presently recalled this model so that she may study the obsolete parts for all future one of a kind daddies sent to this planet
My father had one fault. he was a child of the depression.
He saved everything…..every nail..every screw….…every piece of aluminum foil.. and every Shoprite plastic bag ….since 1951. My dad would always say… You never know when you’re gonna need this.
Like the day they were moving from the 3 family house on Englewood Avenue…where they lived for over 50 years. The new buyer was to move in within one hour. As I arrived at the house to remove any last minute items …I find the house … still filled with 49 years of STUFF… I began throwing everything I could into large garbage bags Each time I left the bag, my dad took something out of the bag and put it under his coat stuffing them into, his pants and his shirt pockets…things like single socks, screwdriver handles without the shaft, a half of mopines…even some plastic flowers of mine from Calvary Cemetery that he was saving for Auntie Flo…. 20 years ago. By the time the new owners arrived, Poppi looked like a homeless person with rags hanging out from under his clothes.
As we were walking out the door…my father grabbed a part from his old slide projector …made in the 1940’s….that I had thrown out at least 5 times in 20 years. I yelled at him and told him to leave it.
Poppy yelled back at me… “This is a good part…
You never know when you’re gonna need it.”
Through Poppi’s sweet smile, his kind touch, his unending generosity of spirit and… the cheapest cigars, he radiates his unconditional love to everyone who meets him. He lives as God made him to be: a good husband and father, a good friend and a great inspiration to those who want to live every day of their lives… truly, madly and deeply. |