Your ears are tour and your face all mashed.

The stripes you wear they show the time.

You set up high and collect the dust,

Oh but you mean so much.

You never judge me or put me down,

But then your advice is never found.

You stand for simple thing from a childhood past.

A show of love, the last gift found.

From a dying father to his first born child.

A time we shared but didn’t last.

A little stuffed tiger.

How I miss you Dad.