Wrapped Up In My Golden Locket
A pair of emerald green eyes stares back at me
His gleaming smile shining bright
A full head of jet black hair
Not a single grey in sight
I can still hear his infectious laugh
Smell his favorite cologne
Feel his stubbly cheek against my forehead
As my father swooped me up, welcoming me home
A candid moment frozen in time
His youthful energy beautifully preserved
A father and daughter reunited at last
Exhibiting the love and affection everyone deserves
Precious memories wrapped up in my golden locket
With it, I could not bear to part
For that is where I keep a photo of my father
Always near my heart
In the midst of times of trouble
When black clouds refuse to fade away
I take a peek inside my golden locket
And reminisce of better days
It serves as a constant reminder
That even though he has moved away
My father never stopped loving me
He is, and always will be, here to stay
This picture worth a thousand words
Encapsulates all the values he taught me
Helping me make smart decisions
Another absolute necessity
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