Morning Cup with Dad

The last couple years my Father could no longer drive
But I think he needed out in the mornings just to feel alive
His sight had left him, he could no longer hear
And I think he used the threat of driving just to keep me near  
 
He would tell me tales of adventure while holding his coffee cup
And yeah I knew he stretched the truth a bit and a few tales he made up
He would tell me about the struggles of his life
Talk about his successes and tell me about his strife  
 
Every day Pop would drag me from my bed
Still clearing the cobwebs from my foggy morning head
As much as I dreaded the trip each day
I've missed him so much since he passed away
 
I was scared of him out on his own
Every morning now I feel so alone.
I miss getting him that high octane start to his day
If I wouldn't take him he'd find a way
He had to fill his cup
Anything less would be giving up
He had to have that morning cup of coffee
He had to tell a tall tale or two
He had tell his past and how it went by so fast
He had to have that morning cup of brew