Father & Son

A Poem by The Wolfman

Just something that I felt strongly about. Im 17 trying to write a poem from a grown man's point of view but this is kinda an ode to my dad in knowing he won't always be there, Thanks Dad!

There really is no comparison for a true father son relationship
I remember growing up, me and my dad were attached at the hip
He was so much more than just my dad
He was truly the best friend I'd ever had

All the long talks that back then didn't mean alot
All the advice you gave, that I soon forgot
There is so much time I wish I could have back
Now I'd give anything to have you back

I still think about all the times you took me hunting with you
We both really grew together in those woods just like me and my boy do
I can't forget shooting at coke cans off the back porch
And all the times you'd look at me with love buring behind your eyes like a torch

But some memories hurt more than others
Like the feeling I had when I got that call from mother's
All I could think about was being there
But it was there that our bond was broken that I thought we'd always share

Your eyes closed and your hand went limp in mine
The doctors pushed me aside, and my father died at 8:09
My mom cried softly into my arms and shoulder
That day she lost a friend, a husband, and her lover

All I could think about was the last time we had spoken
All that fury and rage we had awoken
So many words were said that I know you didn't mean
And afterwards so many tears shed that the other hadn't seen

You died protecting a stranger, trying to be the hero
And now we have to wake up knowing you won't be here tomorrow
I hope your proud of the man I have become
Because I'm truly proud of where I've come from

Dad, I love you no matter what I last said
I think about you when I wake up til the second by body hits the bed
I try my best to be a father like you
Always making sure to tell my boy what you always told me, " Son I will always love you".

© 2011 The Wolfman

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Angel Bluestocking

I 'm still a teenager and my father's a live and healthy, sure there are times that I get angry at him --- and him at me --- but I never thought of loosing him, be it now or in the future. Reading your piece opened my eyes, I realized that I shouldn't take everything minute I have with my Dad for granted. A beautiful piece, I love it. :)