TO MY DAD
i woke up this morningwith a tear in my eye.
thinking about the day before.
slowly, i began to cry.
God,
what will i do
when my parents are gone?
i'm sure when he heard the news
for a moment, my father felt alone.
i depend on them so much
for my life everyday
how will i act or live
when they are gone away?
sometimes when they are away from home
and i sit
in the quiet of the day
i feel like a child, alone.
so small and unable to play.
my Dad and me
are not very close.
we never really talked
when i was young,
he took me hunting.
i felt so prowd as we walked.
i remember, i used to look up at him,
and wish he would show his love.
the wink of an eye,
the squeeze of a hand,
a gentle pat on the back.
softly, i sighed.
steve 1988
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