A storm off in the distance
Dark clouds far off loom
No telling how to brace for it
But know it's coming soon
No time to make oneself ready
Only stand and wait
Enjoying beautiful weather
And soaking up some rays
I remember once a bad one
I was just a child
Dad said grab some things
Knowing it would be wild
Downstairs we all sat
Well into the night
I knew I was safe
Had no fear
Clinging Poppo tight
But this storm, my biggest fear
Ever looming, bad
Who will I cling to?
Now that I'm the Dad?
Look down at my sweet boy
Know that Poppo see me just the same
His little boy
In this big body
To him I've barely changed
Though I look down at him
I still look up
To the man that raised me right
But watching gradually slow
Has brought many tears to my eyes
Hopefully we've many years
He can watch my baby grow
I fear the day that he's gone
Though his little boy has grown
I've see many around me
All close friends
Weathering this storm
Just hope mine stay way off shore
And we get so many years
Many, many more
Some will think this is morbid
Some say in bad taste
But to me my greatest fear
Cause none could take his place.
If anything I have learned
Cherish what you've got
Because one day you may regret
The things that you have not
To end on a lighter note
My Poppo I do love
I love our chats, our inside jokes
And to watch him with my son
So aware that I'm making memories
To last my son his life
So for now I hug him tight and try to forget about this strife.
Written with love for my dad,
As a reminder to appreciate every moment. Because we are lucky to have him.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC
A storm off in the distance
Dark clouds far off loom
No telling how to brace for it
But know it's coming soon
No time to make oneself ready
Only stand and wait
Enjoying beautiful weather
And soaking up some rays
I remember once a bad one
I was just a child
Dad said grab some things
Knowing it would be wild
Downstairs we all sat
Well into the night
I knew I was safe
Had no fear
Clinging Poppo tight
But this storm, my biggest fear
Ever looming, bad
Who will I cling to?
Now that I'm the Dad?
Look down at my sweet boy
Know that Poppo see me just the same
His little boy
In this big body
To him I've barely changed
Though I look down at him
I still look up
To the man that raised me right
But watching gradually slow
Has brought many tears to my eyes
Hopefully we've many years
He can watch my baby grow
I fear the day that he's gone
Though his little boy has grown
I've see many around me
All close friends
Weathering this storm
Just hope mine stay way off shore
And we get so many years
Many, many more
Some will think this is morbid
Some say in bad taste
But to me my greatest fear
Cause none could take his place.
If anything I have learned
Cherish what you've got
Because one day you may regret
The things that you have not
To end on a lighter note
My Poppo I do love
I love our chats, our inside jokes
And to watch him with my son
So aware that I'm making memories
To last my son his life
So for now I hug him tight and try to forget about this strife.
Written with love for my dad,
As a reminder to appreciate every moment. Because we are lucky to have him.
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