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being eighteen means that ive had six birthdays without you
means you never got the chance to teach me to be an adult
means im off to college
means im off to the real world
and your not in it any more
tears of my youth now drip in to my adult life
because being eighteen doesnt mean i dont love you
doesnt mean i dont miss you
because i do
and i mean that
i wanted you to watch me become  a man
i wanted you to see me off to college
to get my Eagle scout award
to have some one make me into a man instead of stumbling towards the right direction
but I love you
adult in the eyes of the law but I'll always be your  son
your little boy
and you'll always be my father
and I'll always love u

R.I.P.Steven Klocke
beloved father and friend
Even as I grow up
All I have learned
Generated from
Living as a scout
Everybody proud of me

Started when you said I
Could fly with the Eagles
Only took me 7 years
Under your wing I fly
Till the end

A tribute to my dad. The man who taught me how to fly with eagles. Ill fly with you again someday. I love you.
June 9th 2011 my eagle scout ceremony was completed with this poem in honor and memory of my father to whom i promised i would get it
fate is a cruel mistress
whose icy hand churns our stomachs
and poisons our minds at the flick of a finger
and whisper words of sadness and of dark memorys
that blacken the brightest lights
and in a language only she knows
she speaks,
an untimely end for us all
For even though you
Are far away
The love I have
Has never faded
Eventually I will
Realize that being a dad
Surely is the best

**** job ever
And honestly
You were the best at it

I love you dad
I run my fingers on the wall
Paint cracked and old
I close my simple wooden door
The one that never shuts all the way
My house will be auctioned off today
How long till I have no home
Till there is no squeaky bed
No place to lay my head
I do not want to have to roam
I just want to be home
I am broken,
I am a machine in need of repair
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel the urges?
When I have a purpose.. A reason to be happy
But I want more
It's so stupid
To see something shiny and grab for it
Knowing full well you'd be better without it
...oh where have the years gone as tomorrow approaches near.
how have they passed never shedding a tear.
in mourning and sorrow i stand at your grave.
waiting for the Lord to make a knight out of this lowly nave.
Six years since i saw your smile. waiting by your grave all the while.
Rest in peace my father remember your son.
for soon the day shall pass when his time is done
Rest in peace my father as the years go by.
for i shall love you always until i too shall die.
R.I.P.
Steven Paul Klocke
Born 11/7/1959-Died 10/11/2004
I remember the greatest man i ever knew
A role model to all through and through
I remember him as my guide
Always there by my side
From simply helping him bake a cake
To swimming a mile in a lake
The first to give whenever needed
Loving and generous, never conceited
A great father and a fantastic scout
Of this no one could ever doubt
Today I Remember when it was said
Steven your father is dead
Fell asleep watching T.V.
Never knowing Star Trek would be the last thing he would see
I do not pretend to be strong
Seven years is way too long
Without my dad
How could i be anything but sad
I know he watches over me
I wonder what exactly does he see?
Today I remember all the pain
The fights the hurt and the strain
But i also remember as a boy
The love the laughter and the joy
I guess what im trying to say
Is that ill always remember you till the last day
Keep watch over us dad, And we watch for you
All of your lessons, that you taught us to be true

Rest in Peace Steven Paul Klocke
11/7/1959 - 10/11/2004
we love and miss you very much
Cheers,
It's been a long time since I've seen your face
Thought I'd bring a beer for old times sake
I poured it right over your head
And left the bottle to honor the dead
We were supposed to share our first drink
But this rainy day can make one think
All the things I could say
All your laughter made my day
Losing dad was hard enough
Losing you now is just too much
To the old man in the big chair
How I wish I could be there
To toast a beer on this day
My 21st birthday is not the same
From Reville promptly played at 0630
Untill the sunset Taps at Arlington
Remember Those in uniform
Because some gave all
And they deserve our thanks
They have earned our respect
Bow your heads in reverence
For those who fight
For those who fought
For those who are missing
For those who are prisoners
For those who gave their lives
Freedom isn't free and it never will be
Remember the price they pay

to all those in uniform or any one who has ever worn oone i salute you for your service to this great nation
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