I tried to be the father, that I didn't know
there for laughter, and the ball, to throw
birthdays and occasions, always in the stands
cheering wins, and failures, striving to understand
I wouldn't change a single hug, or smile that I received
giving support and encouragement, and, in him believed
it always seems to short a time, until he left the nest
all the emotions and feelings, unsure, if I passed the test
Shine we must, as their beacon's bright
gladly, singing songs, and asleep at night
Realizing only, in the waning afterglow
inspire all their nightly dreams
and daily dreams
will grow
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
I tried to be the father, that I didn't know
there for laughter, and the ball, to throw
birthdays and occasions, always in the stands
cheering wins, and failures, striving to understand
I wouldn't change a single hug, or smile that I received
giving support and encouragement, and, in him believed
it always seems to short a time, until he left the nest
all the emotions and feelings, unsure, if I passed the test
Shine we must, as their beacon's bright
gladly, singing songs, and asleep at night
Realizing only, in the waning afterglow
inspire all their nightly dreams
and daily dreams
will grow
I used to tell my son stories from my demented mind and sing him lullaby's that probably weren't appropriate.
He once argued with a teacher in elementary school, "Botswana, isn't a real place, my dad made it up in a story!".
:D
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