Daddy left his boots for me <br />and here I have to stay <br />‘cause Daddy is a soldier, <br />I’m in charge while he’s away. <br /> <br />In Daddy’s boots I can pretend <br />that now I am the man <br />who does the things that Daddy does <br />as only Daddy can. <br /> <br />I help with little brother, <br />I help with folding clothes, <br />I help to set the table, <br />and I hope Daddy knows <br /> <br />that every day I wear his boots <br />so I’ll feel close to him <br />and I try to keep Mom happy <br />till he comes home again. <br /> <br />I know that he’s protecting us. <br />That’s what soldiers do, <br />but his boots are way too big for me <br />and my job, being him, is too. <br /> <br />Mom, when is Daddy coming home? <br />I miss him all the time. <br />She said Daddy would be proud of me <br />and his boots... fit me just fine. <br /> <br /> <br />(For my grandson, Will Jr., with love. His daddy is in Iraq)<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-s-boots-children/
