In Constant Memory of You (Exercise 4)

I see your face
not as most did
I see it with the youngest love
An innocent love
A Sadness they can't imagine

You were my father
A role not assigned
not scripted
A role created out of yourself
When I hear your voice
A Sadness they can't imagine

Because it is not real anymore
a recording through a box
Your face in moving pictures
Though not meant for me
It's all that is left for them
Still, they can't imagine

What I do have
Your hand in mine
picking me up when I fall
I see it with the youngest love
An innocent love
A happiness they can't imagine