skimming stones, <br />into a dirty english sea, <br />bieng my big strong dad, <br />you would always beat me, <br />by a skim or two, <br />you were the Atlas of my world, <br />and i adored you. <br /> <br />watching me proudly. <br />playing football on a cold winters day, <br />i was rubbish, <br />yet always would you say, <br />great game son, <br /> <br />holding me tight, <br />soothing the nightmares frights, <br />singing me songs your dad sung to you, <br />the way great dads always do. <br /> <br />holding me hand, high up on the mountain side, <br />your strong reassuring grip <br />your face smoothed with pride. <br /> <br />these are the memories i treasure, <br />i will keep them with me forever, <br />these are the times when the family was one, <br />and you was daddy and i was son, <br />so simple it was back then, <br />i do love you dad, <br />but dark demons, <br />have built high thorny walls, <br />and neither of us can hear our calls, <br />of forgivness<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dad-dark-demons-and-memories/
