The look of wonderment etched on his face <br />When he first held me close, me all wrapped in lace. Me, a curly head toddler not more than two <br />My hand in his hand, this man dressed in blue. My first day at school as he kissed me goodby <br />Whispering, "you're daddy's big girl, so don't you cry." My first baseball game, the proud look on his face <br />When I hit that ball hard and ran to third base. A warm fire burning, a child wanting to share <br />Climbing up in his lap as he sat in his chair. My arm in his arm, me, all dressed in white <br />As we walked down the aisle, he whispered, "you'll be alright." Him, right there beside me, tightly holding my hand <br />Watching his first grandchild enter this land. Me, like everyone else; I tried but it wasn't my style <br />Cause I grew up being a fatherless child.<br /><br />Janet L. Niehaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imagine-6/
