My Dad
(author unknown)
When I was just a tiny kid,
Do you remember when?
The time you kissed my bruises,
Or cleaned my soiled chin.
You scrambled for the balls I hit,
Short-winded more than not,
Yet, every time we played a game,
You praised the "outs" I caught.
It seems like only yesterday,
You wiped away my tears,
And late at night I called your name,
To chase away my fears.
Though time has changed your handsome grip,
Your hair is snowy white,
Your gait's a little slower now,
Thick glasses help your sight.
Oh, do I thirst for years gone by?
To be that growing lad,
Re-living all of the memories,
Of growing with my Dad.
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