HE'S MY DAD

I watch my Dad.
He was a remarkable man.
He put me through school, you know.
He made me.

We drove the old red truck to the dump.
It was a glorious time.
I sat on his lap to steer.
I couldn't reach the pedals.

We had our differences.
I finally resolved
that I either loved him or
I should leave.
It was easier after.

He has watched me grow.
I have watched him grow.
He now hurts.
I now hurt for him.

He was a strong sort, but
a slip of a man compared to me.
"Where did my size come from?",
is what I heard.

It is difficult for me to watch
as he grows weaker each day.
He's my Dad!
How can he do this to me?

I use to live for tomorrow.
Was it wrong?
I wish I could live for yesterday.
for my Dad.

©June 20, 1993O Steve Lunsford