A child's lullaby...how sweet...how soothing. This must have been what is was like.
A child falls, cries in pain. Nothing serious but she's rushed at... swooped up in arms so protective and strong, it takes her breath away. This must have been what is was like.
Laughter, sunshine, and the smell of salt air... cars, traffic and a gallant wand-like arm that bears down on you, sweeps the car away. You, safe, so safe...Oh, this must have been what is was like...
Sandcastles and crabs, pippies and shells all calling out your name, a laughter shared, a proud smile given. This must have been what is was like.
When clouds descended upon love's first kiss and the world you knew but all slipped away, a hand reached out amongst the riffs and brought you... lovingly... back to shore. Oh god, this must have been what is was like.
When the fairy princess dress bride waffled up the aisle and you cried, sobbing like a child, reluctant to let go of my hand - oh this, this must have been what is was like.
When you held your first grandchild, your flesh and blood in those same brilliant arms and cried, declaring you'd lay your life down for this precious one.... and I saw you. Oh this, this must have been what is was like.
Dreams. Fantasies. Silly silly stuff.
Everyone lost when you stopped being my Dad.
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