Please dad...

As soft winds sweep away the days,
I look back on life in a haze,
Remembering playgrounds,parks and friends,
In a child like gaze that never ends,
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memories ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to dads suprise.

I recall my first bike,first wreck,
Who picked me up,said,"What the heck!?"
Convinced me to give it 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 could do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Tough teenage years were kinda rough,
I sure wasn't to big or tough,
He taught me to defend whats right,
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still,with each bump he grabbed my hand,
Drwing from him an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked he was gone,
I found myself facing the sun,
Not woman,not girl,fatherless,one,
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not believe that he had died,
Alas I find it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please,Dad,Just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball,
My life is wrecked,my knees are skinned,
My emotions are undisciplined,
I can't get up although I try,
Please dont br upset if I cry,
Though I cant fight what I cant see,
Please,Dad,Say your still proud of me.


                                                                    -A broken hearted daughter-