Randy

Randall Scott Davis
8/5/43 – 5/28/04

There’s nothing left but love, Pops, don’t worry any more
Forget the noise, forget the pain, that your life had in store
And though you never made the words
I knew I had your heart
And though I never stayed to hear
at the end we made a start
I’ll move on now but never forget
my one and only dad
And one day you’ll look down to see
the son that I have had

Can you see her, Dad? It’s awfully bright around her face
Can you hear her, Dad? I’ve heard it’s quiet in your place
Can you feel her, Dad? She’s soft as velvet, smooth as lace
She can see and hear and feel you, Dad, that much I know is true
With her first breath I saw those cheeks and had to think of you
Well now it’s my turn, good or bad, to fill the role of Pops
To shower her with tenderness and love that never stops
And one day she’ll look up and ask about that dear old fart
And I’ll look down at Sam and smile
“At the end we made a start”
12/13/05

I remember laughing at the dirty dinner jokes
You told when we were way too young to know of what you spoke
I remember Disney World beneath the Florida sun
And watching as the Showtime Lakers made their 80´s run
I remember arm wrestling, my first time as the winner
And learning of the family sign, the Davis middle finger
I remember white t-shirts, the smell of aftershave
And partial packs of Marlboro reds that you would always save
I remember being chased beneath a purple sky
With yellow checkered blankets and a pair of blood-red eyes
They´re not all good and not all bad, these things that I still see
But I remember you, Pops, and that´s good enough for me
5/28/07

Who would´ve thought that three small words could fill us with such joy?
Today we heard them loud and clear: “Congratulations, it´s a boy!”
So now we know with certainty that this is Griffin Scott
And hopefully he´ll grow to be the man that I am not
As I take him to the mountains and I take him to the sea
I´ll show him just how wonderful I know this world can be
I´ll try to teach him right from wrong, and when to walk away
And when it´s time to lend a hand, and when it´s time to play
I´ll try to show him all the things I can while I´m his Dad
So in three months look down here, Pops
And meet the son that I’ll have had
12/19/07