I Knew You'd Make It (I'm Sorry, Daddy)

A poem dedicated to my father // R.I.P. William Rucker, March 2008.

Daddy,

I had absolutely no idea

How easy it was

To take someone for granted.

 

You were always there

Through the good times

And the bad.

 

With each passing year

You became sicker

and sicker.

 

But you still pulled through

You were always here

I knew you'd make it.

 

The hospital

Became your second home

But it was something I got used to.

 

You were in and out

All of the time

But it was something I got used to.

 

And we never really worried

Because you always came home

I knew you'd make it.

 

It was completely normal

To have to call the ambulance

Two or three times a month.

 

People around me would fret

But I'd just shrug it off

Because you always came home.

 

But then one day

You took a fall

And ended up in the hospital again.

 

And I just shrugged it off

I didn't worry

I knew you'd make it.

 

Now I feel so stupid

For taking advantage

Of all the other times that you came home.

 

Because this time you wouldn't

But I didn't know

Until it was too late.

 

And now I'm sorry

I'm more sorry

Than I believe words could ever express.

 

I'm sorry I didn't visit you

Every chance I had

Because I was too busy with my selfish games.

 

I'm sorry that when you were home

I didn't watch that show with you

When you were just trying to spend time with me.

 

I'm sorry I always complained

When I'd be left home alone with you

Because I'd have to take care of you.

 

I'm sorry I ever yelled at you

When I knew you were frustrated

With your situation.

 

I'm sorry I said I hated you

When you threatened to sell my horse

Although I can't quite remember why.

 

I'm sorry I did not share your enthusiasm

About collecting stamps

Or anything else that you loved to collect.

 

I'm sorry for wishing that I had a different father

When really

You were the best father a girl could ever have.

 

I'm sorry for taking advantage of your time here

If I could go back and do it all again

I would.

 

I would have cherished

Every waking moment

Spent with you.

 

I would have thanked God

For every day

You were given on this earth.

 

I would have willingly

Sat with you through tv shows

That I did not care for.

 

And I would have happily helped you

Sort your stamps

And photograph your rocks.

 

I'm sorry

I will never get the chance

To do these things with you again.

 

Because you never did come home

At least not to us

But I knew you'd make it.

 

You made it up to Heaven

And now you reside with God

I knew you'd make it.

 

R.I.P William Rucker // March 2008

 

Reviews

[Tommy]

Wow this is a tear jerker. It is funny how in live we seem to miss at the time at hand the things we cherish the most. I would have to believe that your father knows how it is growing up and definitely understands. Looking back now I think that you realized that you did cherish all of these moment spent with your father; I think that he truly knows that to.
Great write!
Keep up the good work.
RLG,
Tommy

[Coyote Poetry]

I know he can feel your words. The people we love and need the most. We do the least for. I know he would be proud of you. All we can do is remember our special and missed people we miss. A beautiful poem to remember a good man.
Coyote

[Katie]

What a beautiful touching poem! I am sure your father is extremely proud of you!

[Eagle Cruagh]

Thank you !

I thank you for your Father.
Your Father is so proud of you and at this
very moment I know he is thinking, "That`s
my Daughter, is`nt she wonderful ?"

Rate----- 100 %

------Eagle Cruagh

[Aiza]

beautiful poem.
i'm deeply sorry for your loss, and i hope you believe that your father knows how much you love him.
i'm sure he is watching over you =]
i think we all need to be more aware of the lives we have and how lucky we are, we only get one life after all.

keep writing, i'd enjoy reading more of your work
-aiza

[Honey]

This is a wonderful wonderful poem. As I read it your words helped me picture your father. I felt both your sadness for his loss and also your regret for not spending more time with him. It's a beautiful poem...well done!

[RD]

Wow, this one makes you think. It's nice how you seem to come to terms with your mistakes with your father and it really makes people realize their own, no matter their familial situation. Good job.