Please, Dad

As soft winds sweep away the days 
I look back on life through a haze. 
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends, 
In childlike gaze that never ends. 
The laughter in a game of catch, 
Shall memory ever attach... 
To innocence in youthful eyes, 
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck, 
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?" 
Convinced me to give one more try, 
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry. 
Just the joy knowing he was there, 
Making him proud my only care. 
There was nothing I couldn't do, 
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough, 
I sure wasn't too big or tough. 
You taught me to defend what's right 
And never back down from a fight. 
So I learned the hard way to stand, 
Still, with each lump, I found your hand. 
Drawing from you an inner strength, 
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn, 
As though I blinked and you were gone. 
I found myself facing the sun, 
Not a woman, not s girl, fatherless, one. 
Eyes blinded by a void inside, 
I could not live that you had died. 
Alas finding it to be true, 
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call, 
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball. 
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned, 
My emotions undisciplined. 
I can't get up although I try, 
Please don't be upset if I cry. 
Though I can't fight what I can't see, 
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me

Reviews

[Emily Mcpherson]

no it was for my dad when he passed

[Honourbrite]

Sad, and touching. The last paragraph was beautiful. Is it a vulnerable revealing of your own life circumstances or is it from the perspective of someone else?