As soft winds sweep away the days <br />I look back on life through a haze. <br />Remember playgrounds, parks and friends, <br />In childlike gaze that never ends. <br />The laughter in a game of catch, <br />Shall memory ever attach... <br />To innocence in youthful eyes, <br />Catching the ball to Dad's surprise. <br /> <br />I recall my first bike, first wreck, <br />Who picked me up, said, 'What the heck? ' <br />Convinced me to give one more try, <br />While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry. <br />Just the joy knowing he was there, <br />Making him proud my only care. <br />There was nothing I couldn't do, <br />My heart held fast that to be true. <br /> <br />Though teenage years were kind of rough, <br />I sure wasn't too big or tough. <br />You taught me to defend what's right <br />And never back down from a fight. <br />So I learned the hard way to stand, <br />Still, with each lump, I found your hand. <br />Drawing from you an inner strength, <br />And stubborn pride of equal length. <br /> <br />But there the line of fate was drawn, <br />As though I blinked and you were gone. <br />I found myself facing the sun, <br />Not man, not boy, fatherless, one. <br />Eyes blinded by a void inside, <br />I could not live that you had died. <br />Alas finding it to be true, <br />I could do nothing without you. <br /> <br />Please, Dad, today just hear my call, <br />I'm sorry that I dropped the ball. <br />My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned, <br />My emotions undisciplined. <br />I can't get up although I try, <br />Please don't be upset if I cry. <br />Though I can't fight what I can't see, <br />Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.<br /><br />kayla woods<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-dad-3/
