Hey dad, I’m here walking and thinking
of us, yes you and me dad, remember
those days and nights we spent together
before the fall?
Oh I know mom and you had differences,
I heard them often through the walls, yes
dad they did speak to me, yet, I also
filtered out the hurt and pain.
You took me camping, trucking and
shared who you are, I miss those moments
dad, I was just a boy, you my dad and a
fine one at that.
Even though you and mom broke up going
your separate ways, I knew you would always
be my dad, and here I am skipping rocks,
thinking of those moments we shared.
This pond at the park brings back many
memories, when you walked with me hand
in hand, I had a net, catching baby frogs
and releasing them. We talked about many
things dad, you told me stories of when you
were a boy, drawing me into your world.
I know you’re a poet dad, your many rippled
poems of your life, saddens me, yet I know
you survived and taught me how to as well.
Dad so many things we did, moments in my
young boyhood life that I remember as I walk
remembering moments together.
The sun reflects on me, your son in
the water dad, I know I am you and
you are me, our blood flows always
towards the same beating heart
and I know no matter where you are,
we will beat as one.
Dad, this is me your son, just a boy,
yet one who will always be thinking
of you no matter how far apart we
may be at times, I am thankful to
have been born your son. So let
me share with you my inner
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