Dear Dad

A Poem by ScaredSilent

Dear Father

Your hands
Are the memories of field workers
Those with split nails and broken souls
Those with sun roughened skin
And smiling eyes
I associate you with the summer sun
And the smell of cut grass
I see winter in your posture
Tired and sunken
I can't help but smell
The artificial heat of a plow truck
Some of the best meals I’ve had
Were warmed down by my bare feet
And eaten to the rocking motion of the plow blade
The best lesson you taught me
Was the hard work
Makes for a beautiful life
There are so many bad things
That make our world dirty
And vain
Yet when I saw your ever so rare smile
I knew that those things were only a small part
Of the wonderful world of the woods
Fishing and camping became
I love yous and hugs
I still can't gut a fish
Or attach a hook to my line without a swivel
But because of you
I can light a fire
That could change the world
You never told me
That it was strange for me to love my brother
As much as i do
Because of you
I know that i am strong enough
To overcome the obstacles of my own mind
I find solace in the wind
And still fall asleep
To the sound of your truck starting
Because of you I know that
I can do anything
You made a new world for me
Down the little road
In that little apartment
In that really big town
So thank you
Dad for being the superhero I need