Proud Of Me

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As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.

Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.

The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach…
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad’s surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, “What the heck?”
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.

Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.

There was nothing I couldn’t do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn’t too big or tough.

You taught me to defend what’s right
And never back down from a fight.

So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.

Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.

I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.

Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.

Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I’m sorry that I dropped the ball.

My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.

I can’t get up although I try,
Please don’t be upset if I cry.

Though I can’t fight what I can’t see,
Please, Dad, say you’re still proud of me.

This poem was written/submitted by Shalan.

Category: Father Poems
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