My Father’s Echo

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Back when I was a child
I’d listen to my dad talk
So whenever I went to bed
But before I’d fall asleep
I could hear my father’s echo

When I started to grow up
I’d try to make my friends laugh
But even though it was my joke
I couldn’t help but cringe because
I could hear my father’s echo

Then I moved away from home and
I was too far away to hear him talk
But this meant I realised that
I was happy now, that behind my voice,
I could hear my father’s echo

So when he was laid to rest
The silence beating in his chest
The hardest part for me was
No longer did it feel like
I could hear my father’s echo

Until I held my own child
And she’d listen to me talk
How my dad had talked to me
So when I hear her voice
I hear my father’s echo