"Silent House" by The Chicks rewritten to be about my dad

Recently, The Chicks gave a concert in Chicago and I (of course) attended. During the performance, some of the songs struck a chord with me, but made me want to alter the lyrics to a few. Anyways, here's "You I Knew".

You left as ash
Now in photographs
With faces like mine
Who will I become
Without knowing where
You started from

It's true the lines I drew
Let you move alone in your pain

So many days passed you by
Every friend that you didn't call
Everything that you learned in life
Every vow that you broke, my heart

And I could try to connect
All the pieces you left
Or I'll bury it all
And just forget
Will I remember the years
When your mind was clear
How your laughter and mind
Were all of you I knew

One urn
Two degrees framed
In the boxes sit
Your favorite things
The bottles I blamed
Are in cutting shards
Of plans you maimed

Everything that you learned in life
Every vow that you broke, my heart

And I could try to connect
All the pieces you left
Or I'll bury it all
And just forget
Will I remember the years
When your mind was clear
How your laughter and mind
Were all of you I knew
You I knew

On the higher shelf in my kitchen
I shut what remains
And all that has been

And I could try to connect
All the pieces you left
Or I'll bury it all
And just forget
Will I remember the years
When your mind was clear
How your laughter and mind
Were all of
And I could try to connect
All the pieces you left
Or I'll bury it all
And just forget
Will I remember the years
When your mind was clear
How your laughter and mind
Were all of you I knew
You I knew

You I knew

(Prompt by me)

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

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